Swami Netero - Dirt [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Swami Netero]
See I don't know
What my problem is/
Been through alot of shit
On top of being fatherless/
My mom's a bitch
Who probably could have done a little better/
But she'd rather trick her cheddar
Off to dudes from homeless shelters/
Ain't had the guts to tell her
How it made me feel inside/
While her man was getting high
When all we had was beans and rice/
He'd beat her day and night
They'd argue til their face was white/
Drinking like it'd change her life
And save her from the pain inside/
Pops didn't say goodbye
Didn't see his ass for 5 years/
But wouldn't cry tears
I couldn't let my pride hear/
Might have a slight fear
Of doing it maybe/
Don't want to pick the wrong bitch
And end up screwing the baby/
What's crazy
Is my mom won't make amends/
Unless she's trying to be commended
For not being more demented/
As if it counts for shit
Don't be offended if you're on a verse/
I ain't trying to cause a stir
I'm just brushing off the dirt/

[Hook: sample of 'Chum' by Earl Sweatshirt]

[Verse 2: Swami Netero]
Or maybe it's the fact
I always get my heart broken/
Once I start showing feelings
Bitches start rolling/
Going for a dude
Saying that he loves them/
But displaying that he doesn't
From behavior she puts up with/
Saying "Fuck it
I'll get his ass to change."/
But when he stays the same
She'll call me and complain/
Just searching for some aid
And ask for my admonition/
Then turn around
And do the exact opposite/
It's redonkulous
Cause once I try to save the bitch/
She tries to say
I'm ruining their relationship/
But wouldn't say it to him
When we were together/
Left my peeps in the desert
So I could be with the heifer/
Now I'm sleeping in Medford
Racked with regret/
And I have to confess
I'd take her back in a sec/
Cause I can't gather respect
Don't be upset if you're on a verse/
I ain't trying to cause a stir
I'm just brushing off the dirt/

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Swami Netero]
Or maybe it's the fact
That I'm handicapped/
Can't ever have it back
My arm I never had intact/
Some kids couldn't fathom that
And never really grasped the chance/
Instead they'd try to thrash my ass
So after class I'd have to smash/
Back to the pad
Crying like it'd make a difference/
Praying I'd gain the appendage
Hating what fate had intended/
Stay at a place for a minute
Then I used to spin/
Attend a different, school
And do it all over again/
Moving all over the sin
Always getting asked/
"What happened to your hand?
Did you lose it in a crash?"/
And could never get mad
Cause if I overreact/
Then I'll be looking bad
Instead of their stupid ass/
Could never even pass
A little kid without them eyeing/
I'd be, dying inside
Every time they'd start crying/
The site would make me contrite
Don't be excited if you're on a verse/
I ain't trying to cause a stir
I'm just brushing off the dirt/

[Hook]