| Titre : | Alright |
| Titre de série : | To Pimp a Butterfly, 7 |
| Auteurs : | Kendrick Duckworth, Auteur ; Mark Spears, Auteur |
| Type de document : | document électronique |
| Editeur : | Top Dawg, 2015 |
| Format : | 6.55 min |
| Langues: | Anglais |
| Résumé : |
Alls my life I has to fight, nigga/Alls my life I.../Hard times like, "Yah!"/Bad trips like, "Yah!"
Nazareth, I'm fucked up/Homie, you fucked up/But if God got us, then we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/We gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/Huh? We gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Uh, and when I wake up I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut/But homicide be looking at you from the face down/What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down?/Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life/Painkillers only put me in the twilight/Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight/Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows/Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me/Reaping everything I sow, so my karma come in heaven/No preliminary hearings on my record/I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh/Tell the world I know it's too late/Boys and girls, I think I gone cray/Drown inside my vices all day Won't you please believe when I say Wouldn't you know/We been hurt, been down before/Nigga, when our pride was low/Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?"/Nigga, and we hate po-po/Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'/Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door/My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow/But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/We gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright/Huh? We gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright What you want you, a house? You, a car?/40 acres and a mule? A piano, a guitar?/Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog/Motherfucker, you can live at the mall/I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know it's illegal/I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero/Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal/Digging in my pocket, ain't a profit big enough to feed you Every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you/In the presence of your chico... Ah!/I don't talk about it, be about it, every day I sequel/If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you/Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all/Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all/I rap, I black on track so rest assured/My rights, my wrongs; I write 'til I'm right with God Wouldn't you know/We been hurt, been down before/Nigga, when our pride was low/Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?" Nigga, and we hate po-po/Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'/Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door/My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow/But we gon' be alright Nigga, we gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/We gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/Huh? We gon' be alright/Nigga, we gon' be alright/Do you hear me, do you feel me? We gon' be alright I keep my head up high/I cross my heart and hope to die/Lovin' me is complicated/Too afraid of a lot of changes/I'm alright, and you're a favorite/Dark nights in my prayers I remembered you was conflicted Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same/Abusing my power, full of resentment/Resentment that turned into a deep depression/Found myself screamin' in the hotel room/I didn't wanna self-destruct/The evils of Lucy was all around me/So I went runnin' for answers |
| Nature du document : | fiction |
| Thème de fiction : | addiction/racisme/société |
| Genre : | Musique |
| En ligne : | https://youtu.be/Z-48u_uWMHY |
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