Aspiring Wijsdom - Sidewalk Philosophies [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Yo
Quasimodo mojo, flow so wrong
Partly slow-mo, no more ho so I be gone
Tomorrow morn, that's when I be on
Wake and bake this shake, make a Baker track and vomit on it
Call her Common, comment if you catch
Smoke it down to the next
Get a text, quick delivery
"You've got mail" Call it symmetry
Explanation now about the same of each be leaving
Like good evening, what'chu breathing peace the heathen, with some vegan
Erry fucking season
You know that we've been
Debating levels you ain't never ever seen
Mind-states so unreal you could derive them from a fiends
Screams in their dreams, nightmares specifically
Vivid descriptions, wickedly painting pickettry
Making me sick with the, controversy on rickety
Set ups for sticky icky tree, these laws are starting to get with me
Cause how the fuck were you born with this damn authority?
Get up out my face you fucking prick or quit ignoring me
Human whether cop, C.E.O. or sorority
Chasing contentment, bent on where the glory be
Much like back when I was in quarantine, you're boring me
Question my credentials? Ask me what my story be

It's full of
Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk
I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk
Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk
I've dug deep learning to fly...

Clock is but a painting ever changing much like art
When you start to see the artists fucking mind as much a part
As the start or even the finish, a martyr all for your image
Imagine us in a scrimmage
Isn't it
Humorous, you and us, that's me, myself, and yo
And we ain't even been up on the flow since after 94
Oh no, slowly youngins are coming but they can't compete with the old
Still we all know good and bad are a show of affection, perception, obsession they tow
So, here we go, close your eyes and try to throw
Bring darkness to the light and find the fight or flight controlled
Ascend the river, roll slow, tender with her solo
Tend to give a low blow, cause life's a bitch say no more

About
Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk
I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk
Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk
I've dug deep learning to fly, I've walked
Through the valley of the shadow of death
Angel on my right, angel on my left
But no amount of guidance could have helped I miss-stepped
And so kept regret, which lead me to my depth

Where I learned
Philosophies all conceived from the sidewalk
I'd usually watch myself speak, long before I'd talk
Angels on me creep, but daemons I'd stalk
I've dug deep learning to fly, I've walked
Through the valley of the shadow of death
Angel on my right, angel on my left
But no amount of guidance could have helped I miss-stepped
And so kept regret, which lead me to my depth