Исполнитель: Kendrick Lamar

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Песня: Meet the Grahams
Dear Adonis
I'm sorry, that that man is your father, let me be honest
It takes a man to be a man, your dad is not responsive
I look at him and wish your grandpa woulda wore a condom
I'm sorry, that you gotta grow up and then stand behind him
Life is hard, I know, the challenge is always gon' beat us home
Sometimes our parents make mistakes, that affect us until we grown
And you're a good kid, that need good leadership
Let me be your mentor, since your daddy don't teach you shit
Never let a man piss on your leg, son
Either you die right there or pop that man in the head, son
Never fall in the escort business, that's bad religion
Please remember, you can be a bitch even if you got bitches
Never code-switch, whenever right or wrong, you a black man
Even if it don't benefit your goals, do some pushups, get some discipline
Don't cut them corners like your daddy did, fuck what Ozempic did
Don't pay to play with them Brazilians, get a gym membership
Understand, no throwin' rocks and hidin' hands, that law
Don't be ashamed ‘bout who you wit', that's how he treat your moms
Don't have a kid to hide a kid to hide again, be sure
Five percent will comprehend, but ninety-five is lost
Be proud of who you are, your strength come from within
Lotta superstars that's real, but your daddy ain't one of them
And you nothing like him, you'll carry yourself as king
Can't understand me right now, just play this when you eighteen

Dear Sandra
Your son got some habits, I hope you don't undermine them
Especially with all the girls that's hurt inside this climate
You a woman, so you know how it feels to be in alignment
With emotion, hopin' a man can see you and not be blinded
Dear Dennis, you gave birth to a Master Manipulator
Even usin' you to prove who he is is a huge favor
I think you should ask for more paper, and more paper
And, uh, more paper
I'm blamin' you for all his gamblin' addictions
Psychopath intuition, the man, that like to play victim
You raised a horrible fucking person, the nerve of you, Dennis
Sandra, sit down, what I'm ‘bout to say is heavy, now listen
Mm-mm, your son is a sick man with sick thoughts, I think *** like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest of they life
He hates black women, hypersexualizes ‘em with kinks of a nympho fetish
Grew facial hair, because he understood bein' a beard just fit him better
He got sex-offenders on OVO, that he keep on a monthly allowance
A child should never be compromised and he keepin' his child around him
And we gotta raise our daughters, knowin' there's predators like him lurkin'
Fuck a rap battle, he should die so all of these women can live with purpose
I been in this industry twelve years, imma tell y'all one lil' secret
It's some weird shit goin' on and some of these artists be here to police it
They be streamlinin' victims all inside of they home and callin' em Tinder
Them leak videos of themselves to further push their agendas
To any woman that be playin' his music, know that you're playin' your sister
Or better, you're sellin' your niece, to the weirdos, not the good ones
Katt Williams said, ”Get you the truths”, so imma get mines
The Embassy ‘bout to get raided, too, it's only a matter of time
Ayy, LeBron, keep the family away
Hey, Curry, keep the family away
To anybody, that embody the love for they kids, keep the family away
They lookin' at you too, if you standin' by him, keep the family away
I'm lookin' to shoot through any pervert that lives, keep the family away

Dear Babygirl
I'm sorry, that your father not active inside your world
He don't commit to much but his music, yeah, that for sure
He a narcissist, misogynist, livin' inside his songs
Try destroy families rather then takin' care of his own
Should be teachin' you timetables or watchin' Frozen with you
Or at eleventh birthday, singin' poems with you
Instead, he be in Turks, payin' for sex and poppin'
Percs, examples, that you don't deserve
I wanna tell you, that you're loved, you're brave, you're kind
You got a gift to change the world, and could change your father's mind
‘Cause our children is the future, but he lives inside confusion
Money's always been illusion, but that's the life he's used to
His father prolly didn't claim him neither
History do repeats itself, sometimes if don't need a reason
But I would like to say it's not your fault, that he's hidin' another child
Give him grace, this the reason I made Mr. Morale
So our babies like you can cope later
Give you some confidence to go through somethin',
It's hope later
I never wanna hear you chase a man ‘cause his failed behaviour
Sittin' in the club with sugar daddies for validation
You need to know that love is eternity and trumps all pain
I'll tell you who your father is, just play this song when it rains
Yes, he's a hit-maker, songwriter, superstar, right
And a fuckin' deadbeat, that should never say ”more life”
Meet the Grahams

Dear Aubrey
I know you're probably thinkin' I wanted to crush your party
But truthfully, I don't have a hatin' bone in my body
This supposed to be a good exhibition within the game
But you fucked up the moment you called out my family's name
Why you had to stoop so low to discredit some decent people?
Guess integrity is lost, when the metaphors doesn't reach you
And I like to understand ‘cause your house was never a home
Thirty-seven, but you showin' up as a seven-year-old
You got gamblin' problems, drinkin' problems, pill-popin' and spendin' money problems
Bad with money, whorehouse
Solictin' women problems, therapy's a lovely start
But I suggest some ayahuasca, strip the who from the bottom
I try to empathize with you ‘cause I know, that you ain't been through nothin'
Crave entitlement, but wanna be liked so bad that it's puzzlin'
No dominance, let's recap moments, when you didn't fit in
No secret handshakes with your friend
No cultural cachet to binge, just disrespectin' your mother
Identity on the fence, don't know which family will love ya
The skin, that you livin' in is compromised in personas
Can't channel your masculine even when standin' next to a woman
You a bodyshamer, you gon' hide them baby mamas, ain't ya?
You embarrassed of ‘em, that's not right, that ain't how mama raised us
Take that mask off, I wanna see what's under them achievement
Why believe you? You never gave us nothin' to believe in
‘Cause you lied about religious views, you lied about your surgery
You lied about your accent and your past tense, all is perjury
You lied about your ghostwriters, you lied about your crew members
They all pussy, you lied on ‘em
You lied about your son, you lied about your daughter, huh
You lied about them other kids that's out there hopin' that you come
You lied about the only artist that can offer you some help
Fuck a rap battle, this a long life battle with yourself

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Дорогой Адонис
Мне жаль, что это мужчина твой отец, буду честен
Чтобы стать мужчиной недостаточно всего родиться, твой отец безответственен
Смотря на него, я мечтаю, чтоб в тот день твой дедушка надел презерватив
Мне жаль, что тебе придется стоять за ним, когда ты вырастешь
Жизнь трудная, знаю, преграды будут ждать нас всегда
Иногда наши родители совершают ошибки, которые будут преследовать нас до того, как мы вырастим
И ты отличный ребенок, которому нужна достойная фигура в жизни..... [открыть перевод]

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