Angry Mic - Come As You Are [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse One: Angry Mic]

His alarm begins to shake but he's already awake
Fucking restless as he questions how much longer can he take

The pressure starts to set in cause he thought he could escape
But they're telling him to settle in, promised him a raise

He compromised beliefs and it haunts him in his sleep
Doesn't want to be the change that he thought that he could be

That apartment isn't cheap and the markets still is weak
Sees them marching on the streets, fuck Washington D.C

He knows the legislation left this nation in the fucking sewer
So, spends his day in degradation just to pay his student loans

Indentured to the debt, remain enchained in cubicles
I think that he may loose it, yo, he's becoming delusional

Pills he pop to make him numb, he take them with Jamaican rum
So, ape became a Homo sapien just to push favors from?

Desk to desk, he stays depressed, it isn't just a case of Mondays
Because he's paid in crumbs and hates the way they make him, what

[Hook] {from "Nirvana - Come As You Are"}

Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy

Take your time, hurry up
The choice is yours and don't be late

[Verse Two: Angry Mic]

He's sitting at parent's home again, wishing the fucking phone will ring
"Hello, its Jim, we have an opening, what were your goals again?"

Not to be custodian, smoking doja on the sofa with his xenophobic friends
Needs a telephoto lens, having trouble focusing

Law said he's broken and he knows he'll be disclosing them
Suppose it's just a "no" again

He isn't Joseph Kony, man, totally draconian
So, back to playing Edward Fortyhands in Matthew Foley's van

He got his Bachelors, now these bastards want a Masters? No!
He ain't got the cash to go, ain't asking for a Stafford Loan

Already has to pay 'em back until he has his casket closed
Fuck ecclesiastical, he's rolling up Cannabinol

He just wants to be so numb, he always thought he'd be someone
His father calls him Tweedledum, can't believe his seed's a bum

Feeling so defeated and there's nothing to get meaning from
It be easier to squeeze a gun, Beelzebub, screaming, what

[Hook]

[Verse Three: Angry Mic]

Had to persevere for thirty years, from a cog turning wheels to a Ted Turner, wheels German engineered

Deferred motherhood, preferred to further her career
Thought her lover understood, let it burn, he disappeared

Irreconcilable differences, good riddance, he was sick of it
Married to a Blackberry, hitched to a polygamist

Struck a chord like Billy Corgan and forced to amass feelings
Had to climb a corporate ladder to shatter a glass ceiling

Six digits gave her distance, can't just stay afflicted
Then the cataclysmic incidents shows nothing's infinite

Systemic risk, kid, now their widget is no longer liquid
The business made her frigid, did it just to get the riches

But now the greed is done and she sees what she's become
Malfeasance when she pledged allegiance to elitism

She needed him, he responded, "Keep On Keeping On"
To those voices she succumbed, when that fucking leader sung

[Hook]

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun
No, I don't have a gun

[Hook]