Qwel & Maker - Letting Life Pass By [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1:]
I drags along like the ragged vagabond I've grown to be
I should've been a doctor by now, I know supposedly
But I've been busy doctoring rhymes, like physician-healed
I self-quote: "wealth is thy prize, and mine is poetry"
Not confined or defined in a sentence of life
The light is divine, I might lie refined in His presence
The present is fine, I rap rabid, but have the sedative rhyme
Sometimes time's depressing, but there you have it
My judge, I mean my fellow human, looping over me
Hopefully [you?] could die soon, no beauty, but putrid eye beholding me
So there's four to seek, and so they told him, hold him to a limit
Mama will you love if I be a cynic?
Criticizing the creation, create shit I didn't
I never believed in Atheism, filling a blank "-ism"
Slimming chances for advances, standing in the line of sinning
Time to witness the standards that stand [up buying?], well which is it?

[Chorus (x2):]
Made a lot of dough, letting life pass by
Staring at the clock, letting life pass by
Blazed a lot of smoke, letting life pass by
Life pass by, letting life pass by

[Interlude 1 (turntable scratching):]
"And I'm letting you know"

[Verse 2:]
The bitter fist grips to grab it all past the crack of dawn
Too fast to catch the sun, the [ragged? rappin'?] vagabond
[Axes?] snapping [awful?] by the dawn
The doctor offered Ms., fist full of crab
Upon which he never wanted, listen but [dog it?]
He had to stop the pawn from grasping for feudal future
The drug is from a lost past that often haunts [him suture?]
But woulda sort of resents the present, but never stop to unwrap it
Aw forget it, often said it, thought it, [cheddar sharp it?]
Wheeling off, and turning hard, and off his head
And heard it all said, life happens, busy making plans, a plan to catch it
As cats can, but bet you'll miss it with the best hands
Gripping for it, step back to check the [standards, yes for it?]
And step back getting, so you're storm-weather walking or running
But never catch it with the sun up above him
Don't know why he never stop and got it, now he stop to jot it
Gotta hold it like them dark spots in his vision, to stop the spotted

[Chorus (x2):]

[Interlude 2 (turntable scratching):]
"And I'm letting you know"