Colt Chronic - Thy Art is Laughter [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I wanna be everything they want me to be
More importantly, I want them all to see
The vision that I'm creating
I'm reaching out and just saying, maybe you should just stop
Take a look at your lady, now wait hold up
Is that my stuff?
Looks like the shit I lost at the airport last month
Oh well it's rough
I guess sometimes you just gotta move on
Pick yourself up, make your luck
It's some other stuff that's got me feeling spiced up
The dice tossed, I fly around and get lost
In the bronze behemoth, intrigues a must
If i'm not rich oh well
I know money won't matter when you're rotting in hell
But then again, who cares?
It's about the life that we're living
Why live to think bout what we do
And never prosper in the present times?
I don't stop, I run away from the finishing line
Backtrack, pick up a fatty sack
A natty pack of royals using a fake ID
Funny part is, it ain't even for me
Sometimes I like to think on occasion you see
I was with the loaf and Mikey and blue Tim OG
But that was once for the second time
I was on a roll
2012 will forever be unstoppable
Maybe I'm just another kid
Maybe i'm nothing at all