Early Adopted - What Would Happen? [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Hey buddy!
Excuse me.. hey man
I was wondering.. if I could borrow some change?
.. a few dollars?

Yeah, I walk around with my hands in my pockets
Pulling them out, just to prove that I ain't got shit
Truth be told, I'm broke as fuck
And I'm a head case when this plays, bolts and nuts
But I can't find them, I'm trying to stay grounded
Wish I could go back to when I had an allowance
And I could understands girls and I could just get it
"Do you like me?" love notes, yes, no? Just checking
And it was that simple, try and tell me that it wasn't
Doesn't really matter now, the attitude will stay "Fuck it."
Trying focus me behind the stupid shit
Trying to get my serious bread just like the eucharist
A get rich quick scheme, if you will
Cause I got bills from the 16th that been due
And I got like 50 million beats
And I guess it's my luck
That out of all of them, they're probably only two of him. ?
But who am I kidding, what do I got to lose?
Life took everything but the sink, my socks and shoes
Like a bad wife, I wanna divorce
And I'd consider hanging it up, but I can't knot a noose
Option two, drive to Texaco
Light up a cigarette and see if it will catch from smoke
And if it don't, I'll swallow a couple bottles of cough medicine
Beat my sarcophagus, at least I won't cough again!
Nah, I'm kidding, I'd never do that
Cause I'd want to leave a note, but my hand writing's too bad
And no one would even understand it, they'd be like
"What the fuck happened? Why is Mike ? in heaven
Looking down, like 'God damnit.'"
This is not how I planned it, but that's how it goes these days
Fingers crossed like, "I hope things change!"
But it seems that they've been stuck in this particular position
For quite some time now, so I can't tell the difference
This is just what I've become accustomed to
No food in the fridge, just booze
Confused as to why the guy on the television
The one with no lyrics, is loved by millions, and Mike isn't?
I'm hidden, lime-light, out of sight
Dim that shit, and I will shine with the rhymes I write
What do ya know? I found an upside
My ability to speak is what gets me through the rough times
But even so, I'm still cursed with this bad luck
Like I crack mirrors and walk under some ladders
And on my path, past a pack of black cats
And it's no coincidence I'm living in Salem, Mass
I date a girl, first name Karma
But she's a bitch, so her last name's I'm unsure of
And I don't even bother to ask
I'm too busy of thinking of ways to break it off
But don't know how to do that

It's like..

Really.. um..
What?
Its not you.. it's me..
Oh. okay..
But for real, you need to stop coming around
I can't fuck with this anymore
It's just not working out..
Fuck you Mike, you're an asshole

The gas station chain smoker
No pain no gain brother
Putting bologna on the pane of your Range Rover
Try to praying to Pac, but he wouldn't say nothing
So I got mad, took his lyrics, and put my name over it
Oh look how spiteful Michael is
Cold feet like my future wife might get
But mine's because my socks got holes
And they forgot to include the heat and hot water in the rent
I keep honest and yet, I'm still amazed by it
Chivalry's dead and these girls are okay with it
Well, I mean, I'm no Marlon Brando
But I clean up better than a whole bar of damn soap
Don't forget that, remember me please
The kid with the vocab as extensive as what's in his jeans