3-15 - Short Story [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Short Story
3-15

Verse: 3-15
Started out as pen and paper; just tryna impress this girl
Never knew that lyrics and music would over run my world
More worried 'bout rappin' than graduatin' with my class
Reason why I don't know where I'll end up with my ass
Will I end up a bum on the corner beggin' for some change
Or end up a baller in the club gettin' high off fame?
Or stuck in the middle; starvin' artist workin' hard?
Obligations, family, and love for music's tuggin' at my heart
This world's an open canvas; I wanna give it my art
But how am I supposed to do that if no one gives me a start?
I know how it will end: me alone with my last breath
I can't even get this girl I know hooked off of the meth
So I sit here in class; not payin' attention to the lecture
Graduation's in June; already feelin' the pressure
Still, I slack and I chill; problem with procrastination
I'm just tryna be real; my team and I will have to make it
We some teens with our dreams, and we'll die to make it happen
And if you see our tombstones, just know we tried to make it happen
Forgive me for my sins -I know I'm livin' selfishly
If Heaven won't be my destination, I know that Hell will be
That's why I wanna do right before I leave;
Give Troy the best I can; give my momma a crib
Like it or not, this the life that I'm gonna live
Gonna give you my all -though I know I ain't got much to give
Just this pen and this paper, and these words that you can hear
Man, I'm feelin' like greatness though I'm just sittin' here
My classmates are lookin'; pro'ly think I'm always lonely
Little do they know I got homies, and bitches that wanna blow me
But, really, I ain't 'bout that; ain't never been a coward
I'll be rappin' 'til champagne is the only way that I shower
No money for college, but I'll stack some for Troy
And, I know some things in life, you just can't avoid
Like abuse and emotions; that shit that makes us weak
The silent's most intellect; it's up to us to speak
This ain't the type of shit I'm doin' every week
But when I do, I'm goin' 'til my pen runs outta ink
There's nights where I just lay awake right next to Troy
Can't believe I've been blessed with such a handsome boy
Still, I can't manage to hold these tears back or shake 'em up
I breathe and I gasp; I'm trying not wake him up
Next mornin' drop him off and now I'm off to class
Wanna make my momma happy so I know I gotta pass
Need to get these credits if I wanna get out on time
How will I do that if I don't even have homework on my mind?
Gave up as a sophomore; reality hit me harder
Statistically still fucked even if I make it outta Harvard
So why the fuck try if I'm already paid
Even more than my most of my classmates today?
So I did my own thing; just tryna make an imprint
Music on the daily; even became an instinct
I try to balance it; life as a father and a scholar
A worker, an artist, and even a bachelor
Who the fuck want a man with a kid and no money?
Dyin' alone; swear that thought always bugs me
Baby momma always cheatin' so I kicked her to the curb
Couple girls after; now I can't take a bitch's word
Seems we're all after our own; never take in consideration
How we just fuckin' up our very own generation
Liars, cheaters, beaters, deceivers, corrupted leaders
Back-stabbin' peers; we're all just a world of sin-breeders
It's Fif, yo