Red to Black — текст песни (DJ Signify f Buck 65)

[Buck 65]
sounds like an air conditioner, the pounding of pistons
bodies negotiating, a dog barks in a distance
crickets and bullfrogs quietly graphic
the turning on pages, the droll roar of traffic
the pencil on a paper, the wind in a chimney
thoughts in my head, hollow and (thinny?)
alarmed clocks` sirens, the creeking of floorboards
surf on a rocks, echoes in corridors
(?) riots, head on collisions
the ringing of telephones, the cooing of pigeons
after new playground voices next door
defining stillness and starewells I explore
electrical hum of anger and fear
clothes hitting the floor, a bug in your ear
the turning of concrete trucks in a soil
trees in a forest, a (pattern?) full boiled
I can hear myself blink, where did she go
down in the hole, buried in snow
under the water, should I fail to care
I go out and I follow a long trail of hair
what if I`m caught, what if it goes wrong
what was I thinking, I forgot to put clothes on
there`s a crack in the sky, a pain in my shoulder
when I was a kid, it`s the same when I`m older
I`m out of control with a crow in a shoebox
out in the street wearing nothing but two socks
now I`m confused from brighter to duller
the long trail of hair has begun to change color
from red to jet black, I just don`t get that
the last thing I need at this point is a setback
my heart and my (?), it hurts when I swallow
I got to stay focused and continue to follow