Farm Fresh - Time Is Running Out [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Scratching]
"Let me tell you this while the clock is still ticking" - Boogie Down Productions 'Ya Slipping'

[Verse One: Pip Skid]
Before ya know it your dumb ass will be thirty
Looking back on a past that's so dirty
Taking baths in the sink like a birdy
Wet behind the ears like grass when it's early
Ask if ya heard me, but I stopped caring
And you can sense it in these rhymes, that's apparent
[?] can't find a way
To keep doing what I gotta do so I'm here to stay
You fear today and they'll be no tomorrow
If there ain't money to make then some to borrow
I guess I'm too dumb to get a career
I'd rather be poor, writing raps and sip on a beer

[Mcenroe]
Can't turn back time like H.G. Wells
Gotta step up the rhyme and make these sales
Here to make beats not respond to e-mails
Write one sheets make friends with retail
A tight knit clique that writes quite sick
Down to fight for the [?] if you bite this shit
Got no trust for a foreign entity
Since the day I woke up like The Borne Identity
Now every damn day revolves around family
Draw Winnipeg like the Pan AM games
Draw Canada so I can't complain
Barely play the US but I have a name
Play the newly wed game and I stay responsible
Out for the world and I think it's possible
Who's like us to stack the middle ground?
Stay true despite the wack that still abound
The fact we're still around is truly a testament
Old to the new, keep room for improvement
Will the public love is still yet to be seen
Billions on a budget like S.C.T.V
It get's me testy, the rest of these teens
These raps scenes like recess in grade three
You ain't been dissed, it's just about focus
That's what you get for dropping out of [?]
Hoping you don't know us, I got tunnel vision
Can't please the fool that's trying to make the decision
Ain't [?] like a [?] talking
Now I'm 'bout to take like I'm Sadie Hawkins
Flow real tight as I tickle the 88's
At home got a wife, she be picking out baby names
Not for me, for the spouse of mine
'83 is ours son, now's the time

[Pip Skid]
Wanna bet no one I know will probably never carry a million?
Unless I find a treasure buried under a building
Married With Children ain't written in my script
Rather be in the [?] sitting up in my whip
In another time zone so far from home
Doing interviews, talking to my girl on the phone
I'm so sick of my job and cooking bowls
The money's easy if you like booking your own shows
No, no, it isn't just rap
And in a lot of ways that's held me back
A last [?] nursery answers
I feel out of place on a University campus
Like the Black Panthers on a field trip to Wimbledon
This fucking world make me feel like a simpleton
And pretend like these Christian rock bands
Just getting tired trying to keep up with the part timers

[Hook: Mcenroe] {x2}
Time's running out
"We don't got time to waste"

[Verse Two: Pip Skid]
Every day the sun is coming out
Another one behind you, time running out
Summing up my whole career in one verse
Problems to face, so easy to run first
Could've done worse, in fact I'm so proud
Ten years strong, still rocking the crowd
[?] really loud, take that as a sign
That the three of us
Are running out of time

[Hook]