Johnny Viti - Desperate Measures [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Takin it back ta 2010, sitting on my bed/
Tryna find a lyric in my head and write it with a pen/
It was senior year in high school, people started laughin/
Y'wanna start rappin? that'll never happen/
People started pointing fingers right into my life/
Tryna tell me what ta do, go ta college, ALRIGHT/
I survived one semester, I couldn't get passed that/
Straight back ta rhyming, slow and even fast tracks/
It felt so good, but no one understood/
The trials in my life, and the feeling that I could/
I was free, (bitch), finally at last/
I'm tryna push the pedal, but I'm runnin outta gas/
I hustle for pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters/
Sellin CDs out the trunk tryna keep up with (the) orders/
Step by step it's a journey ready ta pop/
I'ma make it to the top, hit the water like a rock/
Never stop/

[Hook]
Swimmin in the ocean, wash away my fears/
Shufflin the deck and I'm goin thru my peers/
I'm an ace, keep the Kings, and the Queens like in poker/
Purify my life, getting rid of all the jokers/
Stand tall, be brave, keep your friends close/
Shoo away the enemy, (but) remember where he goes/
If I learned one thing from these past 20 years/
It's everybody's different but they shed the same tears/

[Verse 2]
I walked around my neighborhood with change in a bag/
A white shirt, dark blue jeans that would sag/
I was broker than a mothafucka tryna get paid/
I treated girls right, but I barely got laid/
The king of being played, then my friends would fade/
Erase all the fakes, give thanks to the stayed/
Fuck it man, I just wanna be famous/
Just tell me where the fame is, then I'll go and chase it/
I'm sick of livin normal and poor in a household/
I wanna live formal encore like a rock show/
Doin good deeds, tryna step up on my karma/
Used ta rob and steal, then I purified that genre/
Doin any job, for the music in my head/
Rappin is expensive and I had ta get the bread/
From cleanin golf carts, baggin dogs that were dead/
I think I did it all, when it's finally done and said/

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Right now I'm tryin ta live it, but that just makes me livid/
Cause everything around me's mediocre and it's vivid/
All my other friends are satisified with doin drugs/
Bein drunk, man I guess it's time ta pull the fuckin plug/
Seein old friends, and they thinkin that they nifty/
They're still where they're at, like back when we were 16/
Damn man, don't nobody wanna change?/
If I'm stuck inside this city one more year I'll go deranged/
Now I'm workin a 7 ta 5, 50 hours a week/
Tryna get the money, go on tour for couple weeks/
Right now I'm passin CDs out at little local colleges/
I sell em for a dollar (drag), but people don't acknowledge it/
Music is my everything, I dedicate my life to it/
The only way ta kill me is ta shove a fucking knife through it/
I want that little existence, when everything is twirled/
And help you through the days when it's you against the world/

[Hook]