Lank The Lord - Down&Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Hook]
I'm getting held down
I'm tryna hold out
I'm tryna throw down 'fore I get thrown out
Oh lord
I'm feeling down and out
Oh lord
I'm feeling down and out
I'm getting held down
I'm tryna hold out
I'm tryna throw down 'fore I get thrown out
Oh lord
I'm feeling down and out
Oh lord
I'm feeling down and out

[Verse 1]
"Think about your future!"
I'm sure trying, man
But damn!
I failed my third eye exam
I can't do what a Mayan can
Spit fire, still stuck in the frying pan
See Zach with the bottle saying "Rap or hit the lotto"
These are the facts on the path to get tomorrow
Won't steal cash or jack cuz it's immoral
Sell grass so I won't have to beg or borrow
In a sticky situation off that sticky stuff
Got a wallet looking thinner than a Dixie cup
I look, smell, and feel like fifty bucks
I'm wearing hand-me-downs, I need a pick-me-up
Hitting close to home, rounding the bases
Got zero, no hero, I doubt that I save it
Burn a hole in my pocket, and now that I'm naked
I smoke a big L and ask "How will I make it?"

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Lower-class couch potato, I'm a sofa serf
One day I'll be a king, never gotta go to work
Lank the Master of the Universe, wrote a verse
I'm over work cuz I'm overworked
Go berzerk like Eminem, again and again
Ain't a stranger to pain or a friend of a friend
That head over heels flip you end over end
Feel bad, look good, cuz I tend to pretend
"You ain't gon' be famous, fame is kinda hard to plan"
You're glue, I'm rubber
I'ma start a band
I'm Jimi Hendrix, guitar in hand
Nah, I'm really Kendrick
Lamar, I rap
This a poor man's dream, don't blow my high
I'm dying of thirst, don't kill my vibe
Swimming pool of drank, drowning my soul
I got some fucking problems and it's outta control

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I'm feeling the pressure, hard-pressed to find
A way in, no press pass, I'm next in line
Depressed kid, no press kit, pressed for time
Press play, get impressed, and press rewind
I'm the best to rhyme
Heel-toe in my steel toes
Ill shows, real flows, motherfuckers steal those
Billfold real low even though I kill flows
I be stuck in the hole like dildos
Can't see my future like Nostradamus
Yo to be honest, I'm as broke as a promise
What do I see when I close my eyelids?
I'm on stage at the Copacabanas
I'm pro with the phonics, but nobody likes me
Nightly get pipe dreams smoking the chronic
But if you light trees, pass me it
I'm on that trivial pursuit of happiness