FISHPOND

If a stray dog becomes the head of lion cubs,

If a stray dog leads lion cubs,

the lion cubs will end up like dogs.

The lion cubs will learn to be just like the stray dog.

If a lion becomes the head of stray dogs,

If a lion cub becomes the leader of a pack of stray dogs,

the dogs will become lion-like.

The stray dogs will turn brave, like a pride of lions.

You don’t think about what sweet-tasting poison can do.

That intoxicating poison—you can’t guess what side effects it will bring.

If you get addicted to the taste, fate will flip you upside down.

Once you’ve tasted it and crave more, your destiny changes with it.

I also like happy things, but I think about the consequences.

I like happy things too, but I consider the aftermath.

If someone gives your car a little push, would you take off the wheels too?

If someone nudges the car, do you really need to remove the tires?

Man, bless up—I’m content; my pocket is thick.

Bro, I’m satisfied—I’ve got food and clothes.

I don’t envy anyone; my ambitions are big.

I don’t envy anybody—I’ve got big ambitions and aims everywhere.

You know, I climbed up onto the top of the wall—so I can see it clearly.

I’m standing on top of the wall, so I can clearly see what’s happening below.

Capitalist merchants cast their hooks for fish.

I saw the capitalists going fishing, so I picked up a rod.

“At first I went for the bait,”—and got turned away.

I was the first to kiss the bait, but I got rejected.

The merchant gave a reason: “You’re too stubborn / you’ve got flaws.”

They said I’m too stubborn and not suited to be brought to market.

“You embarrassed us,” said my fish-pond buddies.

“You made everyone lose face”—that’s how the others in the pond judged me afterward.

Do the four holding fishing rods represent everyone?

So in your eyes, the few holding rods represent everyone’s opinion.

“This year two brothers showed up—one ‘dop,’ one ‘ah’…"

This year two brothers kissed the bait—one was…, the other, uh…

If you turn shit into a flag, then there’s no hope in this pond.

If fish without the strength become role models, what hope does this pond have?

Rapping the same lyrics for four years on competitions, mumbling through it.

The same lyrics on different shows for nearly four years.

I posted my view online—then the microblogs got loud.

Once I shared my opinion, it turned into a huge uproar.

I don’t wanna wanna wanna be like you.

I don’t want to be like you.

I just want to want to want to say something true.

I just want to do something real.

I don’t wanna wanna wanna be like you.

I don’t want to be like you.

I just want to want to want to say something true.

I just want to do something real.

On social media my friends said, “Forget those trash.”

My friends advised me: “Just give up on this bunch of garbage.”

“You tried to soothe them with your songs—what did they give back? Pain.”

You kept trying to warm them with your lyrics, and all they returned was hurt.

Even without understanding my intentions, they still said ugly things.

Even though they didn’t understand what I meant, they started shouting and slandering.

And I still love these bastards.

But I still love these assholes.

Business, fame, ability, opportunity.

Business, fame, ability, opportunity.

Fate doesn’t give you the chance to have all of it at once.

A lot of the time, you can’t have everything at once.

You talk like nobody else ever came out from among us.

You say “we’re from the same roots”—and I’ve been supporting another brother too.

Be wary of the rap “star” who plays schemes under the table.

What everyone should worry about most are rappers who just want to cash in.

Not just because they’re “one of us”—we support them because it’s good.

It’s not “same hometown means support”—the work has to be good.

If it’s not good, it’s because we care that we get angry and criticize.

If we oppose it, it’s because we care about the culture and get mad.

Moon or Mars—wherever they are, we still call truth and lies for what they are.

No matter where they stand or how famous they are, we talk about the facts.

No matter what, we keep pushing—minute, second, month, year.

After all, brothers everywhere are working hard to elevate this culture.

I’d rather not release a song than attach lies to my lyrics.

I’d rather not drop songs than make something fake.

Someone called a “representative” needs real ability—otherwise I won’t accept it.

You want to represent, but if the skill doesn’t match, I won’t be okay with it.

Hey—hold back your anger and think about what I’m saying.

Cool your temper and think about what I’m saying.

I’m thinking about the future development—worrying on your behalf.

I’m thinking about this culture’s future, but you aren’t.

Thirty-two lines with the same, copy-paste flow.

Thirty-two lines of cookie-cutter flow.

Who ended up satisfied, and who didn’t?

How many people felt content, and how many felt the opposite?

I’ll come back one day—then I’ll bring rap to the highest level.

I will definitely come back—when it’s time to reach the peak.

It’s not time yet—alright, I’m leaving; don’t be upset.

It’s just not the right time yet—sorry, I’ll step away first.

I don’t wanna wanna wanna be like you.

I don’t want to be like you.

I just want to want to want to say something true.

I just want to do something real.

I don’t wanna wanna wanna be like you.

I don’t want to be like you.

I just want to want to want to say something true.

I just want to do something real.

AThree-Arslan.

M.D.U [Bruce Lee x SARANG 3 (PTSD Remix)]