JET THUMAN - C045T T0 C045T [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

My past, presently, looks like a movie
After the 70s. Still feeling groovy
I’m from no where. How can I move me?
Spawned in Brooklyn, sekkle in Jamaica
Wake up to cooking; jerk to curry flavor
Went MIA. Got fresh in Philly
And to this day still get the willies
Winter too chilly, fly out to Cali
Now I’ma cool cat, call me O'Malley
Kickin it with witches with names like Sally
Suzie and Brittany. Girl named Valerie
She had me smitten, see. Smiles from frowneys
Tryna go hard in miles of Downey
Stoned with Ange, drunk at the riverbed
Wasted, can’t see. Think that my liver's dead
Slide down the side, passed out in glass
Go to Colombus High and pass out in class
Tutoring for math. Lookin for a lass
With a geometric ass. There's the bell curve
Rat with wings outta hell when I swerve
Skating through the streets. Found something else
To do with my feet; Now for the hands
On the Longest Beach, still dusting off the sand
Play at open mics, singing for the mic stand
Never had a band. I was too lazy
And just wasn't ready. GG on the drums, bass up to Eddie
Don’t ask for forgiveness, I say, “Just forget me.”
Try to step correctly: Gotta go to college
Fucked up in high school but still got the knowledge
L-B-C-C. Blaze nuff bleezies
Sparking in the park with that fool Raffi Zahkee
Rangers tryna watch me. Sitting in the cut
Just in case the cops see
Head back to campus where bunnies get hoppy
Hip to the max, bro. Who'd try to stop me?
Still missing Melyssa and the way her hips stirred
So now I’m getting piss drunk with some hipsters
Real good chuckles, laughing with McLaughlins
Chris and his sister (Annie's ass was happening)
Believe me I missed her. As a matter of fact, when
She moved out I felt it, after falling out with my mum yet again
Practice how to pretend in the room with the news
Feel my flesh rend, Talon Marks wings bruised
Make a couple new friends while sleeping on the roof
Of the library. No one had a clue
Situation was hairy. My ‘fro still grew
As well as my self. Stubborn black kid;
Don't want no help. Tighten my belt
Strange, when you’re homeless happiness can still be felt
Occupied Los Angeles and let my mind melt
When the flow hit my toes, started swimming; Mike Phelps
Winning, regardless. Blazing 7 gram blunts with Ian in the forest
Eating donuts from Buddha. Zen's less gut, more chest
Hardly got instincts. It's mostly intuition
Plus wizard rage. Skater eyes gimme vision
Dreaming of a Christmas: Been good this year, Tovah's on my wishlist
Hoping us Hersheys could make a lil kiss-kiss
Even when I flipped shit, head over heels, shuv-its and kickflips
Yeah, I was turning. Couldn’t stop spinning from the love we kept burning;
Undead disco. Then them winds blew me into Frisco
Had to stay true to my Writers Block mindset
So I pulled through; M16-kindness
Bust mad shots for my homeboy Clayton
Dropped smooth sheet (shit) straight made from Satan (satin)
Bicycle Day; free acid for taking
Hit the Art Institute, found out it was fake and
Full of assholes thinking shit smell like bacon
Couple stomachaches and feeling like I’m finna die
21 years; plenty fun wasting time
Gramps hits me up, says come back to NY
Coast to coast, I would boast
If I knew when or why
How, who or what
The fuck