Gonna Get Got - My Microphone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sometimes I wonder why the hell am I even here at all
Every morning I get up to fall
I work so goddamn hard trying to make them pieces fit
But everything I do it just ends up shit

I'm lying here I'm broke as hell I feel so low
I'm goin nowhere not fast but slow
I look around there ain't no one and I'm alone
The only thing I got is my microphone

My microphone, my microphone
The only thing I got is my microphone
My microphone, my microphone
The only thing I got is my microphone

Hey girl, I'm sorry that that shit didn't work out quite like we planned
I'm just a fuck up and I fucked up again
What the fuck more can I say, you don't wanna hear any more anyway
Let's back up these memories and store them away

You can keep the tvs and the dvds and the cds
And the picture frames just bring me pain
You can keep that
I don't need that

And anyway, I don't wanna bring much more than I am allowed
I only got a little room inside my grandmas house
I guess we're growing up, we ain't no kids no more
You know I love you even though I say I'm not sure

But I know that it don't mean much when I'm walking out the door
And everything's been said about ten thousand times before
So I'll just grab my bags leave you alone
There's just one more thing that i need and that's my microphone

My microphone, my microphone
The only thing I got is my microphone
My microphone, my microphone
The only thing I got is my microphone

Hey kid, come here
Sit down right over here

I can see you're losing calm
Cause things ain't work with me and you're mom
And you see my bags are packed, your little stomach's queasy
And I understand cause I've been there myself and I know this shit ain't easy

That last dude donated sperm and he slid in and out well
I'm here to tell you, that dude was a bitch that dude was a coward
And well I guess you know if it's cool with you tomorrow
I could pick you up at school, I got nothing else to do
I got some beats to bang out but I could make some time to hang out
We could play some soccer baseball whatever occurs gotta face the wall(?) and

I could teach you how to keep it real and still be hip hop
All politely smiling and when they drive away yell fuck the cops
(Ha) Don't tell your mom that I said that
But let's get back what I was saying bout how we could just chill and roam not have to be alone

And in time we'll grow and we'll see what time will show though
There ain't no would should or could cause I'm stayin here for good
Remember when I told you never quit we make it happen (Yeah)
I'ma take this microphone here to the top with this here rappin'

But if somehow i should fail and my dreams whither and die
Maybe I'd get over it as all of them years went by
And we could take some time
And I'd show you how to rhyme

Like Run DMC said it's tricky
But you're smart, you'll learn quickly
And maybe then life wouldn't feel like a chance I'd blown
Cause if you wanted I would give you my microphone

My microphone, my microphone
Because I love you I would give you my microphone
My microphone my microphone
Who here could ever fuck with my microphone

My microphone, my microphone
Who here could ever touch it
My microphone, my microphone
Because I love you