R.U.I.N. - The 3 Rs [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Verse 1)
Eh Jax/ Where you gone to, Ajax? /
To escape from Toronto, the awful caldron of your problems? /
To quote Joe Budden Bars/ we may have come apart/
But the rule is still John Q, son can have my heart/
Listen bro, I know exactly what suicidal means now/
Cause I’ve been through the drama, and seen down that street now/
Boulevards of Broken dreams, Avenues of ‘Ain’t Mad at You’/
Which of us deserves the blame, don’t know exactly who/
Man, is that even important? / How to extort it? /
But I’m ain’t saying our friendship can ever be restored kid/
But no lie, I was riding the Subway, and saw a status/
Thought you committed suicide, and I was mad as/
Fuck! Cause I blamed myself, had a manic panic attack/
Now on pills for anxiety, don’t know how to relax/
But if Nature calls violently, when you gotta take a piss/
Maybe God calls, when your friend decides to give a shit/
Are you alive?

(Interlude)
Repercussion, Regret, Repentance

(Verse 2)
Yo here’s how bullies are made/ when they were kids they/
Were picked on/ then became big dogs/ then were sicked on/
Other little kids, yeah yeah we know this shit’s wrong/
It’s why I wrote the words to the beat of this song/
Yo picture me as a little fat white child/ with a basketball swag style/
Bullied by the 8th graders, no more smile/
So I found this little skinny white kid, named Max/
That I could bully back/ to assert my dominance like a fact/
We were in middle school, obsessed with and messed with the girls/
But Max was obsessed with squirrels, no lying, yup! with the squirrels/
No no no, not sexually man/
But I guess we always fear that which we don’t understand/
But Max, did make all these really cool clay figurines/
Of superheroes like Superman, the Hulk and Wolverine/
I really wanted one of these things/ so I just asked him
‘Could I please have one?’ / and he said, ‘Yeah yeah no prob man, done’ /
But the months went by, and it wasn’t out of the oven/
I started to intimidate with mean stares and punching/
When we were small, gotta show ourselves bigger than we was/
Its what drives all the Governments and Gangs to draw deep blood/
Ripples in the pound, are an ominous omen/
Of the tsunamis coming cause of things we did or were spoken/
It haunts me and I wish I could take some things back/
The last time I heard of Max/ he was smoking crack/