Mr. Wolford's Class - Black Thought's verse from “Rising Down” [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Between the greenhouse gases
And earth spinnin' off its axis
Got Mother Nature doin' backflips
The natural disasters; it's like 80 degrees in Alaska
You in trouble if you not an Onassis
It ain't hard to tell that the conditions is drastic
Just turn on the telly, check for the news flashin'
How you want it bagged: paper or plastic?
Lost in translation or just lost in traffic?
Yo I don't wanna floss; I done lost my passion
And I ain't trying to climb; yo, I lost my traction
They makin' me break
My contents under pressure do not shake
I'm workin' while the boss relaxin'
Here come Mr. Taxman
He leavin' a fraction, give me back some
Matter fact, next paycheck, it's like that, son
I'll mess around and have to hurt a few men
They probably chalk it up as a disturbing new trend