Masai - Popular [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

In school I was a black sheep, never was that popular
Home coming, prom nights I seen em through binoculars
And if you caught a glimpse of me you'd think I was on top of the
World, I kept that mask on, Phantom of the Opera
And I was overweight so that was par for the course
Yeah this is right around the time my mother got a divorce
So I ain't have the heart to tell her she was holding enough
That I would eat lunch, then run home to throw the shit up
And I'm suppose to be tough, I never chose to be awkward
Its hard to walk like you'r a king and got clothes pauper
I'm not an orphan but I stand alone
A man thats prone to focus on the things he can't control
True dat I don't know what was going through my head
The days my pants was ripped and I ain't have a strand of thread
One time I even tried to use a stapler instead
But someone saw it during class and well you know the rest (i tried my best to be)

I used think my voice it wasn't deep enough and also that I'm too short
So now I'm wearing boots to school and smoking fucking Newports
Ha - I tried do sports but never was the type
So instead I got a job hoping money would make me right
But now it's friday night and cuz the rent is do
Mom is stressing out, so I'll just wait a month before I cop my tennis shoes

Many times I said it through but never got around
And all I needed was perspective just to hold my head up proud
But at the time all I seen was bullies getting on me
An academic army that tried they hardest to harm me
I be lying if I said they failed
Cuz I remember shit as clear as day I feel it still
Like once in middle school this kid I knew he tried to shove me
I lost my cool and turned around and tried to smack the ugly
Right off his face so he now he's standing there just looking stupid
And right behind him is the motherfucker made him do it Cuz they just wanted to be

Don't get me wrong cuz I ain't trying to say I had it hard
I know some people had it worse and got the battle scars
All I can do is show my kids what things that matter are
And hope they make the right selection from my catalogue
And I don't blame my father cuz I didn't know him much
I met him once outside the park when I was walking home and such
He seemed surprised by the rate that I was growing up
Maybe more annoyed cuz he felt that he was old as fuck
He asked me why I wasn't wearing better clothes
Told me how no son of HIS should be walking 'round in those
Before I could respond, turned around and he was gone
With a handful of my dignity embedded in his palm
It was like he disappeared, sorta vanished in the wind
I was hoping I would never have to see his face again
But a couple years later as my bus rode passed
I looked right outside the window seen him diggin in the trash