Unnamed - Waiting For Acceptance [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I keep on knocking, but there’s no one there to answer
I’d open the door myself, but I’m still hesitant to enter
Is the money and the fame all a part of the game?
Will my life be the same? No, everything will change
And I say I’m me, I’m raw but I’d still change
They say money isn’t everything but I still want it
I’m a hypocrite, probably get gone quick
My 15 minutes is it, then I’m dead, I don’t even get visits
Then what? Back to where I am now
Videos getting 20 views and I’m like “Wow!
I can’t wait to show my friends, they’ll be so proud
I’m just one more step away from a sell-out crowd!”
But the reality is, I’m not wanted in this biz
I don’t wear big chains or have diamonds on my wrist
And I ain’t gonna hide it, the shit gets me pissed
But who cares if it gets me pissed
Who cares if I exist?
How should I do it? Cordless phone in the bath?
Throw my body into moving traff-
Icarus better not fly close to me
Fuck his wings, I’ll burn him and his family
Just to prove how hot Unnamed would be
I’m above this industry
Fuck the clown talk, the only time I’d kill myself
Is if rap went to hell or got put on the shelf
‘Cause I’ll never quit, I will win
Even if it means I’m always grinding
I’ll rise up, I’m the one
Like the client of Paul Heyman
Fuck a winning streak, I’ll conquer it
The game, I’m on top of it
And don’t fight it, there’s no stopping it
You ain’t got a spot ‘cause I just parked in it
All you fucking rappers do is talk about drugs
How you grew up in a place where people get mugged
How you have always been a real life thug
It’s a shame that no one gives a fuck
Yeah I’ve smoked weed too bro, it’s nothing to brag about
You just smoke it, zone out and laugh throughout
And people get mugged where I live too
I know a guy who got stabbed over 10 pounds it’s true
Why the fuck would you want to brag about something like that?
Knowing a Mother might lose her child because of another’s act
Fuck being a thug, being real is what matters
Being a thug ain’t shit, it’s as fake as wrestling matches
I’m putting these phonies to sleep, they’re gonna need a mattress
I’m pulling you down, you better hope someone catches
I’m not sorry if I offend, I scream fuck you, but that’s just me
Hate me all you want, I’m not everyone’s cup of tea
I ride solo, there’s only one controller for my PS3
Remember me, fuck Unnamed. My name is Ste
I don’t know why I say sick things, blame the adolescence
When I finally break in, you will all feel my presence
One day I’ll be the King and you will all be my peasants
But until then I’m sitting here, waiting for acceptance