Kendrick Lamar está de volta com “The Heart Part 5”. Veja o clipe e leia a letra!

Como o título indica, esta é a quinta parte de uma série de músicas intituladas “The Heart”. “Part 5” chega com um vídeo onde Kendrick usa a tecnologia “deep fake” e se transforma em celebridades negras dos Estados Unidos, como O.J. Simpson, Kanye West, Nipsey Hussle, Will Smith, Jussie Smollett e Kobe Bryant.

Veja o clipe de “The Heart Part 5” com a letra abaixo:

“The Heart Part 5”

As I get a lil’ older
I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanted to say thank you to everybody that’s been down with me
For all my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who’s ever gave me a listen
All my people

I come from a generation of pain where murder is minor
Rebellious and Margielas’ll trip you for designer
Belt buckles and clout, overzealous and prone to violence
Make the wrong turn, be a wheel of the wheel alignment
Residue burn, miss that in inner city
Miscommunication to keep homo’ detective busy
No protection is risky
Desensitized, I vandalized pain, covered up in camouflage
Get used to hearin’ arsenal rain
Analyze, what’s your life take to charge?
Homies done fucked your baby momma once you hit the yard, that’s culture
Twenty-three hour lockdown that somebody caused
Said your lil’ nephew was shot down, the culture’s involved
I done seen niggas do seventeen, hit the halfway house
Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin’ to buy some weed
Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts’ll proceed
A brand new victim, shatter those dreams, the culture

(Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
But I want you to want to want me too (Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
I want the hood
Come on me, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
I want the hood (Look what all I done for you)
Look what I done for you
Look what I done for you

I said I do this for my culture
To let ya’ know what a nigga look like in a bulletproof Rover
In my momma’s sofa was a [?]
Head trigger, walk up closer, ain’t no PhotoShoppin’
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
Niggas goin’ to work and sellin’ work, late for work
Workin’ late, prayin’ for work but he don’t pay for work
That’s the culture, point the finger, promote ya’
Remote location, witness protection, they gon’ hold ya’
The streets got me fucked up, y’all can miss me
I wanna represent for us
New revolution was up and movin’
I’m in Argentina wiping my tears full of confusion, water in between us
Another peer’s been executed, history repeats again
Make amends then find a nigga with the same skin to do it
But that’s the culture, crack a bottle
Hard to deal with the pain when you sober
By tomorrow we forget the remains, we start over
That’s the problem, our foundation was trained to accept whatever follows
Dehumanize, insensitive, scrutinize
The way we live for you and I
Enemy shook my hand, I could promise I meet you
In a land where no equal is your equal, never said I ain’t told you (Nah)
In the land where hurt people hurt more people, fuck callin’ it culture

(Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
But I want you to want to want me too (Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
I want the hood
Come on me, baby (Ah, oh, ah, oh, ah, oh)
I want the hood (Look what all I done for you)
Look what I done for you
Look what I done for you

Take the drums out
(Phew, phew, phew)

Celebrate new life when it come back around
The purpose is in the lessons we learnin’ now
Sacrifice personal gain over everything
Just to see the next generation better than ours
I wasn’t perfect, the skin I was in had truly suffered
Temptation and patience, everything that the body nurtures
I felt the good, I felt the bad and I felt the worry
But all in all, my productivity has stayed urgent
Face your fears, always knew that I would make it here
Where the energy is magnified and persevered
Consciousness is syncronizin’, crystal clear
Euphoria is glorified and made His
Them same views make schools change curriculums
But then change be starin’ down the barrel with a gun
Should I feel resentful I didn’t see my full potential?
Should I feel regret about the good I was into?
Everything is everything, this ain’t coincidental
I woke up that morning with more heart to give you
As I bleed through the speakers, feel my presence
To my brother, to my kids, I’m in Heaven
To my mother, to my sis’, I’m in Heaven
To my father, to my wife, I am serious, this is Heaven
To my friends, make sure you countin’ them blessings
To my fans, make sure you make them investments
And to the killer that’s spared at my demise
I forgive you, just know your soul’s in question
I seen that pain in your pupil when that trigger had squeezed
And though you did me gruesome, I was surely relieved
I completed my mission, wasn’t ready to leave
But fulfilled my days, my creator was pleased
I can’t stress how I love y’all
I don’t need to be in flesh just to hug y’all
The memories regulate just because y’all
Celebrate me with respect, the unity we protect is above all
And Sam, I be watchin’ over you
Make sure my kids watch all my interviews
Make sure you live out our dreams we produced
Keep that genius in your brain on the move
And to my neighborhood, let the good prevail
Make sure them babies and the leaders outta jail
Look for salvation when troubles get real
‘Cause you can’t help the world until you help yourself
And I can’t blame the hood the day I was killed
Y’all had to see it, that’s the only way to feel
And though my physical won’t reap the benefits
The energy that carries on emits still, I want you