Homeboy Sandman - Hold Your Head [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One]:
Feelin' abysmal
Agita from packin' a pistol
It's frightening that the crisis is fiscal
Lookin' for work
Lookin' for worth
Perhaps lookin' for words
Cops lookin' for work
All of that, took outta context
Relationship, look like a contest
Pleading down, pleading no contest
Not what it seem
Caught in between
Average is mean
Being average is me
You may be feeling abandoned
Dreamin' that you lived in a mansion
Wishin' that you lived in the Hamptons
Something is strange
Nothing's at stake
Life, I've made mistakes
Like, God would forsake
Family, huggin' the asphalt
Mad at that, life you ain't ask for
Kanye got you mad at your Rav4
Wakin' up hurts
Wakin' up irks
Cats sleepin' on the curb
Wakin' ups worse

[Hook]:
Hold your head

[Verse Two]:
Making adjustments
Dealing with dealers and hustlers
Dilla done dealt an injustice
Losing your way
In hold of the reigns
Get caught in the rain
It ain't goin' away
Possibly, might have been ill dude
To someone who, told you they feel you
Then became someone who killed you
Wounded your heart
Wounded your art
Wounded your drive
Left you in park
Damage from growin' up too fast
Maybe, someone in your crew or camp
Might have ended up in the newscast
Probably a shamed
Maybe a grave
Dangers are grave
Life ain't a game
Takin' off isn't an option
Stories that people concocted
Mixin' up different concoctions
Numbin' the pain
Numbers to pay
Feelin' depraved
Feelin' like prey

[Hook]:
Hold your head

[Verse Three]:
When the going get tough, the tough get tougher
The tough gon' suck it up, suf gon' suffer
We can go without lunch we can go without supper
We can go without AC in the hot summer
We can go without no heat in the cold winter
Cause my crew's not wimps, my crew's all winners
And my crew's all thinner, but my crew's not bitter
My crew's not quittin' and my crew's not kiddin'
Whole crew not too cool for coupon clippin'
And we all gon' kick it so we all still kickin' it
We want a little bit so no one starts bitchin'
Ain't nobody gotta pitch cause we all gon' pitch in
God forbid you find yourself in prison
For a bid, for a nick, for a minute, it's forbidden
Put up those mits, put up those mittens
You can stand that heat don't get out that kitchen
And you may be pissed and you may be sickish
Situations get thick and the pots get big
And misters and missus you can not be chicken
If somebody need chips everybody got to pitch in
Situations get big but you gotta start chippin'
And you stumble or trip but you can't start trippin'
You may really be sick but the clock keeps tickin'
Baby need milk so you might start strippin'
?, so you might be slippin'
Probably lost fam so you might be sippin'
Lotta white lines so you might be sniffin'
Left and right wrist that you think 'bout slittin'
Time to resurf so you think about snitchin'
Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken
Hold your head, one day it'll be different

[Hook]:
Hold your head