Grip Grand - Broakland II [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Back again, broker than before
"Kick down!"
Four tracks? Repoed
"Took them shits!"
We got two now
"Peace!"
Make do with it
Broke...
Broakland

Broakland
We put it all on the line like a free throw
I traded in the bucket for a hundred bucks
And a free tow
It's sad when you can't afford a cab and
You have to bring a bike lock along when you go out looking for action
At the Safeway, I pay with coins, Club Card
And coupons
I never throw out the stale bread, I make croutons!
Hey, soup's on
Eat a MC 'cuz I'm hungry
I had to pay taxes or liquidate my assets and
Flee the country
Knuckle up, the beat's bumpy
With my busted-out bank account, nobody wants me
Foul flagrant, no laundry soap, smell like a vagrant
"Fragrant!"
My Speed Stick ran out and I can't afford to replace it
Dirty-down basement, Broakland, I can't taste it
Bank statement, I can't get a good credit rating
Plus the insurance dropped my ass
Because I like to drive fast, regardless if
The cops stop my ass, so fuck Geico
Plus I know a spot we could all go
That's known for the empty bank vaults like Geraldo
The B-R...O-A-K-Land is where we are
It's the most, other places come close, but no cigar
So gritty, my city doesn't need a street weeper
Eat meagre, tell it to your folks like Pete seeger
That it's either empty stomach or closed fist
I admit that I'm starvin' and shit, so don't dis
Kiss of death with bad breath, I never had less
Than when I moved to Broakland
The most busted address
Because Broakland wants you to know that it loves you
Then vics your wristwatch when it hugs you...