Held him like a newborn baby and made him feel You ran outside when you heard my brother cry for help Of what we consider madness, I know exactly what happened This orphanage we call a ghetto is quite a routineĪnd last night was just another distraction or a reaction My mind is really distorted, I find nothing but trouble in my life In case I'm not here tomorrow, I'm hoping that I can borrowĪ peace of mind, I'm behind on what's really important
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you. When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?. I'm not the next pop star, I'm not the next socially aware rapper So the next time I talk about money, hoes, clothes, God and history That's an analogy for the way the world make me react You ever seen a newborn baby kill a grown man? I'm in the dead fucking centre looking around I'm not on the outside looking in, I'm not on the inside looking out. 
Then chop your deck your head tumblin' like gymnastics
Protect ya neck cuz they comin' for sets, respect, split your onion No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something I just load up and start dumpin' on enemies I'm head hunting You see this game we play come from uncles that raised me in ComptonĪsk me what I have accomplished I don't know I don't have conscience We drink and smoke marijuana, want us to change our ways? Uh-huh "Mama he's dead," the next morning I toasted up with my homies Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner I'ma back em down like Shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my handīetter pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man Then jump back in that mini van, double back to his block and blam I ain't backing down for nothing Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong If my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed If my clothes is new, if my ride is plush We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky
#KENDRICK LAMAR UNTITLED UNMASTERED WIK FREE#
We killed the facades, we feel free to fly With your world where your girl and your kids reside
This song's 'bout a young boy that's gone wild inside. What's your's and mine's, the gold, the green My focus hold these thoughts and dreamsĬontrol this pen (look over your shoulder). Is my life coincidental or just God willin'? I analyzed on how a saint can play the villain So today I laid in my bed, stared at the ceilin'Ĭlosed my eyes, then asked myself how I was feelin'. As quoted in " The Gospel According to Kendrick Lamar" in Vanity Fair (2018-06)Īll lyrics written by Kendrick Lamar. And it’s not only mine it’s so many other individuals.’ And I wanted to tell that story. and people shooting each other outside the door. And at 4 P.M., we’d be having a house party ‘til 11 P.M. I would wake up one morning, and it would be cartoons and cereal and walking back from school. What gives me an advantage in my upbringing is the duality of seeing one of the most beautiful moments of me being 6 years old, to the most tragic moment of being 13 or 14, and make that connection so the person can really see the conflict. As quoted in " The Rolling Stone Interview" in Rolling Stone (). What we’re doing in the city of Compton and how the world is just so much bigger than the city of Compton. It just gave me a whole other perspective on where I’m from. You hear about the land and you hear untold truths about it, and now you’re old enough to witness it yourself. just felt like a place where I belonged.
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