Coolzey - Pound House [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
They say LA is the home of the fakes
That's why I keep my residents East of Silver Lakes
Doin' what it takes to get by
And get a piece of the pie
I gotta buy a bunch of stuff that starts with I
Phones, Macs and Pads
You better go ask you Dad
What it was like in the old days, they had
Arts and crafts and skills
Thats how they stacked the bills
Now a days people only know how to snack on pills
For reals
Don't you think that I can tell
By the way that you act that your going through hell
The psychological frontier is finally here
That's why I slam a beer and try to have no fear
Every night I dream Im in a haunted house
Full of malevolent ghosts just trying to come out
They wanna put me in a grave
But I'll never be a slave to another souls misery
Its me that they're trying to I'm out
Bump fists with this Dragon that's my Chinese zodiac
I keep dogs wagging their tails
Fake emails I'm flagging in spam
Whoever is on my bandwagon I'll be tagging his fam
Because I got a lot of love but it gets misplaced
When I'm constantly confronted by sarcasm and ?
Passive aggression
You would think I learn my lesson
Every time I catch a middle man half steppin'
Messin' up my rep and make me wanna grab my weapon
Ghosts can get busted
Who I trust is a question
Do me a favor Neighbor , Dont do me no favors
Because the taste that your leaving in my mouth is a foul flavor
Not to belabor the point
I add miles with my styles when I anoint the joint
Its just because my presence is my essence
Nothing less
If you also got some shit to kick
Then God fucking bless

[Verse 2]
As my cells decay
And my brain takes another blow
From the sledgehammer called life I rock another show
Fleshy dipped in drama doesn't matter
Still got a smile
Entertaining even though our money still got a trial
I can't stand the wait while I'm feening in the cell
And I can't seem to take what they feeding me too well
You got a door with a lock
But Death doesn't knock
Stuck in the waiting room watching the clock
Yeah Yeah
Im super stressed out
From trying to put my best out
And have to stick my chest out
So monkeys will have less doubt
Yet you want to give me grief about a Kickstarter
Im still alive the only reason that I'm not a martyr
So holler harder my hearing ain't so good these days
Looks like you're having trouble being understood these days
I used to help you out when I had loot
But the way you're acting lately
I don't think I would these days
How could these days be so blurred together
That I can't tell a mother fuckin' mountain from an ant hill
I also can't tell what you trying to get at
Yet you nod your head at
Me as if I can't smell the rat in the room
I see you consumed from coke dreams
About as beneficial as Obama's Hope dreams
I'm low on the funds
I can't go on the run
Drop it on the two
I can't go on the one