Weerd Science - Ordinary Joe (WCH) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty
No marrow, no mass, but heart I got plenty
Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in me Linda, Jimmy, Deloris, Jerry and Uncle Ricky
My whole family tree 'bout as normal as me
Everybody got they own story of what's supposed to be
And what could've been, what should've been
Should've been led on to the fact that I'm destined to never win
How come every record I'm on ends up in the 99 cent bin?
Pick it up if you need something to wipe while you're shittin'
Can't pipe down, boy, rappers need rippin'
I'll never be like Mike or even Scottie Pippen
Goofy A&R tell me the elements are missin'
Chippin' in his two cents, listen, nothin' is smitten
Sittin' on leavin' more Brisk than Lipton
Nipped in the bud, how come your bomb record was a dud?

[Hook]
I should reap what I sow
My life is just so ordinary
I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
This is a new all-time low
I should reap what I sow, my life is just so ordinary
I'm a ordinary joe
On the contrary this a new all-time low
On second thought I get another chance tomorrow

[Verse 2]
This plastic life that we fed intravenously
The tubes that we watch religiously
Not real, nothin' is, nothin' begins without an end
This is big business but back to the test again
Justice will fail us we must look from within
This is the truth, I got the blueprints right here in the booth
Is you in? Then jump in, the deadpool is now accepting applications
For the nameless and faceless
The has-beens and the almost famous
Fucked in our anus without a reach-around
Reach way down until you found that dark somethin' hidin' out
Smoke from my lungs and flush from my liver 'Til it slivers out my mouth hole
I remember how life was before my downfall
Before these wars closed in Soaked in sweat
A.K.A. Hard work'll get you nowhere, don't forget

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Smidgeons and digits and acres of paper
Negotiations and crunchin' numbers, contracts
A new savior has attached to this beat like a serial rapist
The girls with short skirts and high heels on they feet
You'll never defeat me, I'm a centipede
You cut off an end of me but I only grow back stronger
There's no remedy
Honestly, I never drank hennessy, I can't afford it I only drank forties, lordy lordy
No fuckin' bitches'll court me, distort the image of the world
But more importantly, there's more to me than meets the eye
I cordially invite you into the mind of a ordinary joe with an ordinary name
Livin' in a ordinary house never see things like fame, or money, bitches and champaigne
Your cause are lame, beats are weak and your raps sound the same
Ain't a god damned game, stop sayin' it is
I break my ribs tryin' to fill in these ad-libs
Mad kids can't see with closed eye lids
Still, half these MC's don't know who I is

[Hook]

[Outro]
A working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?
Working class hero's nothin' to be
Trust me, don't do it, I watched my old man go through it
And my whole family live with no respect, we give it
Are you here to pay homage are you here to bear witness?