Depressive Tongue Posse - SICK SAD WORLD [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Sharxxx]

This world is a sick world, and by sick, I mean ill, not in the sense that it’s perverted
Cuz it ain’t to the point of being totally worthless
But it’s makin’ me nervous, with all these fools on the surface
I’m ‘bout to crash you with my car on purpose, just as a service
Cuz I be seein’ you in them Burger King shirts, dog
Is you a commer-cial? Is that how they work yall?
And there’s too many of them ads without your contribution
And I ain’t down with no motherfuckin’ mind pollution
We do this shit to ourselves, how we ever gon’ get through it?
I’m ‘bout to say ‘fuck it’ and get stoned like a Druid, mane
Shit’s never good even when it’s feelin’ okay
To get a damn meal, you done givin’ up yo whole day
You ask your boss for a raise, he’s like ‘no way,’
Now yo ass suspended for fo’ days, with no pay, mane
Fuck a job like, why you even botherin’?
Made-up position to keep you occupied, and nervous and thoughtless and
To keep you from robbin’ the kinda man that we all oughta rob, ‘stead of puttin’ dollas in his hand
I never wanna see my soul dry up in an office, man
I’d rather take collonopins until I’m unconscious and
I don’t know ‘bout the economy, but I know that I cannot trust this TV set
As far as I can throw it mane
We must be poorer than I thought, these products ain’t gettin’ bought
Cuz they be over-sellin’ every single one that they got
It’s time to make a move…

Make a move
With what you got
Don’t give ‘em the benefit of the doubt, yo
I’m tellin’ you, like Eminem, you only get one shot, don’t let it rot

[Sharxxx]

Tipping point is in vision, so listen, there’s a difference
Between not givin’ a shit, and livin’ in mental prisons
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout the songs that I’ve written, and all the bongs that I’m hittin’
And it don’t feel like I’m sittin’, but times I feel I ain’t livin’
But yo, I was given a gift, to flip these scripts, and I have it
So I won’t give it a rest, cuz that to me would be tragic
Some say I’m chasin’ the dragon, ain’t yo place to say it won’t happen
Stay away from my cabin, don’t take me ‘way from my rappin’
Call me slacker, I’m tactical, mappin’ tracks and attackin’ ‘em
Not givin’ a crap about what I actually have to do
And you can act like you’re happy to be slapped around by the management
But on the real, say it ain’t true
Sometimes I’ll say there’s a magic to order out of chaotic
To find a place in the swamp of life just to say that you got it
And workin’ hard ain’t the problem, it’s just ‘bout what you was doin’
Keep yo strength for yourself, don’t give it up to a suit
Froot…

[Boy Froot]

Sippin’ whiskey out the bottle, not thinkin’ bout tomorrow
Mane I gotta keep drinkin’ cuz it wash away my problems
Know what you be thinkin’ but I'm not an alcoholic
My breath is always stinkin’, and I feel like I'm demonic
I'm possessed by this devil livin’ in my veins
Never rest cuz I always hear him in my brain
Do this do that, kill that motherfucker, mane
Make the gun go ‘brrapp’, then I leave ‘em all in pain
It's a sick sad world that we all be livin’ in
A big fat girl on my dick, I'ont give a shit
I'm gonna slit my wrists then I'ma steal ya fuckin’ bitch
Shaman gonna heal ya quick, ramen's all ya meals and shit
You'ont eat good like I do, bitch
And if you ain’t from my hood then you getting’ done, snitch
Kill a dude for some fun just because I wanted
But I don't use a gun, I don't need it for a hit