EQ - Balance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I've got apologies, philosophies- not enrolled in a college, see
And I've always been a fan of logical theology
Man across the hall is a major in anthropology
Lucky I'm surrounded by hunger for where the knowledge be
Some'll cast me off as a truant and not a scholar
With kids on the honor roll, but in truth I'm really more scholarly

Classes were accelerated till I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders slippin
And stepped, cause I couldn't balance right
I got these niggas trying to tell me that the way to regain it is education
But not if I feel this callous, right?
The only for the equalization of me to the relativity of the world
Is to use my talent right
I've got a spectrum of perspective, but it's lessons from experience I study to progress
And use my pallette, right?

Right . . right?
Or am I wrong, nigga
Somebody tell me before I start writin' songs, nigga

Back to photography; I can see they've got a positive
But that ain't bigger than the negative that I've got
Ignorance is bliss- when the bigger picture's developed
Maybe niggas'll listen better whenever I talk

I caught that, but it's only because I wrote it though
Constantly upon the sativa, but focused though -
Nigga, could you check the flow?

It's more advanced than the under the table plans
Of the nation for which you stand for -

If you had a stethoscope
For things intangible, you could then put it up to my heart
And hear it demands more

Nigga, could you check the flow?
.. nigga, could you check the flow?

Probably not;
But the scariest part of the current phase is it's a stepping stone
I'm getting better every second, niggas better know
If this was a battlefield you'd probably call the medics
But this is the present, so you just downvote on reddit
I let the flow just unravel, and niggas couldn't test it
And since nobody's got the answers I just ask the questions

Till I hear something I like, nigga
Then I incorporate that into the way I live my life, nigga

Niggas acting like they're following rules
Like God himself told him that was something he couldn't do
Like, why the fuck do you think that after thousands of years
We're finally getting through that everybody's equal?

Unless you talkin . . 'bout Equaleyes
There's only one of those, and never will a sequel lie
Upon the earth . . or you universe
My originality's the reason evil dies
Antagonist to rappers and kin to an emcee
I exposed myself to the world till my shell was empty
Left the shelter with skepticism directed at me
From multiple sources with questions who couldn't tell I'm ready

Step one
Burn the bridges

Step two
Pick your head up

Step three
Make decisions
And understand it's only you who decides where you'll end up