Bambu - Peddlin' Music [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse] [Bambu]:
What you know about photocopied CD labels?
Staple photocopy fliers in the city of Angels
Hittin' every open mic up, early just to sign up
And line up to catch a show with big name lineups
I would study every rap act thinkin' I could smash that
Hopin' I could get the chance to do my own tracks
I'm back up till the sun up then right to my day job
I'm right in my boss face, "Fuck it, I'm late dawg."
Fire me and fine somebody else to go stock rooms
10 hour shift, no lunch, to my bedroom
To record it, mix it, bounce it and burn it
And I'm hittin' up the DJ's like, "My man it's murderous."
While I'm stuck between the gang ties and a gang life
Tryin' to walk right so I don't end up in Wayside
And end up not a-live
And every single time I hear a kick, snare, bass
It hurt not to rhyme
Like my man Fatgums while he up in that classroom
Tryin' to stay focused when he open that textbook
Every pen tap is a boom bap hit
He's fightin' droppin' out to make that hip hop shit
But that's the struggle I guess
Man, we peddle for cents
We peddle music on the side and hopefully make rent
Bambu been through it, Fatgums goin' through it
But the fact you listenin' gon' keep us makin' this music

[Scratches]:
"I reside where the struggle and hustle coincide" - Blue Scholars 'Wounded Eyes'