A2K - Food for Thought [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I fuckin hate myself so much that its hard to love
You let the birds free, I fuckin choke a dove
Satan came to take me, his ass got shoved
I was never that kid to just go pick up a glove

Everything in my life is null and void
Im about to blow my brains out, call my droid

I hate bitches, notice its plural
You can see a picture of me hanging myself on the local mural
I live in the suburbs, call it rural
Next to a gang ridden city, drugs a cure all

People tell me bring the peace I just say fuck it
I ain't martin luther king so yall can suck it
Im more a malcom x of the white community
Shoot up my school, and form a cracker unity

Girls sometimes tend to like me
I scare em off with my talent of hanging from an oak tree
People can't take my vulgar language raps
I feel alot inside, this is were its at

I dont feel like rapping about gats and bitches
I dont do that shit, I bark at ditches
Im the kid you see talking to a wall
I never feel awkward at all, my egos tall

Sometimes I wanna blame my parents
It ain't their fault, its a lack of coherence
A lot of dark shit runs through my head
Sometimes I dream to end it, .45 lead

I seem to find myself off in the wrong direction
Ill walk around a childrens preschool, with a bare erection
Im gonna run for student body president, at the election
Vote for me, or ill cut you up in different sections

Im getting bored rappin deflections
Maybe tomorrow ill run through the airport strapped, without detection
Im dumb enough to mind fuck myself, while I jump 3 stories strapped to a fuckin bookshelf
I ain't even got enough wealth, my rappin hasnt kicked in yet, its playin stealth

Ill drown myself in a 80ft water body
Bring myself back to life, to come back and lobby
Rappin is my life, not a stupid hobby
I could come out more racist, then fuckin cosby

I promote more growth, then up and coming bosley
Im hair club for men, of rap prodigy
I send you away, on a lifelong journey
To be the champion of a womens field hockey tourney

You know nothin yet, its time to fuckin learn me
The I on my back, is a fuckin burn, see?
And on my arm is 5degreesOff, thats a burn too
I burnt it worse, then holocaust jews

I dont spend my days kneelin pews
Id rather be at home self loathing rues
Im not the kid to start a party
Step on my property, and ill fuckin bust a smarty

Some people leave me feeling vexed
Its probably cause they just saw me flex
I ain't gonna go on, this ain't a brag track
Im hear to talk about my mind, what goes on in the back

Some people say im jolly, for fuckin certain
But they ain't seen behind the iron curtain
Im sittin back here lurkin
One day ill jump out, hope your hearts healthy workin

If you have a wife, you better watch your daughter
Im nothing short of a female martyr
If I want something im willing to die for shit
If that means jenny rejected prom, shes gonna cry for it

Fucked in the head, goin on 11 years
Goin on 5 years, dry of tears
Tryin to go 5 days, without a beer
I ain't tryin to associate, with any goddamn peer

Ive been around a while, learned to take a beating
Hustle-slanging, call it streeting
Mcdonalds by the highschool, theres a meeting
Where I fucked my life up, no retreating

I run away from life, im always fleeting
Knocking peoples doors down, no trick or treating
Im feelin down, im done with rap
This rope is thick, this time it shouldn't snap