The Grouch - Clean Nikes [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

When you first get it it's shining and sparkling
You hold it high like a trophy and start targeting
What you gonna use it on?
Where does it belong and for how long?
You can barely sleep and when you wake you hope it isn't gone
For it's still livin'
At the very least you're given energy and a lot of it you're drivin'
You wrap it in a ribbon and you look at it all day
You hook it up in a way that with it you can play
Regardless of anything else it isn't yourself
Seen in a reflection it's a super-clean resurection of your better half
Measure that and multiply it
Hope to buy it and treat it as good as how much you think you need it
I bet later you won't feed it like my puppy
And leave it in the gutter for some other to think he's lucky
But of course you broke it cause you had no patience with it
Probably didn't deserve it in this life time but you lived it
Now what do you know now?
Can you recall and recognize how it goes down when it does?
(does..does..does..)

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?
And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these?
On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em
Toothbrush and everything
Now I'm just mean to 'em
(X2)

Seen so many waste away what they had it makes me mad
But they never know 'till it's too late to appreciate and be glad
Seems like the ones with nothing are the ones who put in work
And use what they have to get where they're going showing the jerks
Leaving them wishin they would have thought of that or just said it
Had it embedded in their minds now they regret it
Let it sink in and get to thinking about what you got
How you can freak it or treat it right so you don't experience a loss later
Whether it's a cross fader, girlfriend or a thought
When you're mind is in a whirlwind you better remember to stop
And smell the roses between dozin
Cause for every breath you take upon this planet you're one of the chosen

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?
And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these
On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em
Toothbrush and everything
But now I'm just mean to 'em

At what point was this ok?
I gotta ask myself (self?)
Let me retrace my steps
Will I surpass myself?
Or am I destined to be lazy?
Because honestly, lately, I really just don't amaze me
It drives me crazy cause I'm searchin'
Constantly getting shit then throwing it away thinkin' I'm workin
Really I know the answers but they hurtin'
Covering curtains over my problems so they worsen
Drinkin and cursin invades my person it becomes urgent
Sometimes I can't live it but I can word it
And that's my therapy so dear to me and I know this
But often it's too hard to keep my focus

How many times have you had a pair of clean nikes?
And scuffed 'em up hella bad, kinda like these?
On my feet, man, I used to fucking clean 'em
Toothbrush and everything
Now I'm just mean to 'em
Now I'm just mean to 'em

Fuck 'em..
Up in this.. creek..

Scratched in background
(and I ain't talkin 'bout sneakers neither..)