[WAVES CRASHING]
[KNOCKING]
Housekeeping!
Ah!
[SPEAKING SPANISH]
I remember 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 screaming in a hotel room.
Ah!
Lucifer was all around me, so I kept running--
[GLASS SHATTERING]
--until I found my safe haven.
I was trying to convince myself the stripes I got.
[BOTTLE SHATTERING]
Making myself realize what my foundation was.
In the room, and I run it.
Bluh!
Bluh! (DISTORTED) And I run it.
[LAUGHING]
[POP]
[THUD]
But while my loved ones was fighting a continuous war back
in the city, I was entering a new one.
A war that was based on apartheid and discrimination.
[ECHOING GUN SHOT]
Hey, on my mama, nigga.
RIP Pat Dawg.
I'm gonna be the greatest to ever do this shit.
On my mama, doe, like--
on the dead homies.
[LAMAR KENDRICK, "ALRIGHT"]
Hey, Soundwave, turn this shit up, nigga.
Turn this shit up.
Soundwave, turn this shit up, nigga.
Tell me, who the bitch nigga hating on me?
Jumping on my dick, but this dick ain't free.
To Pimp a Butterfly, another classic CD.
Ghetto lullaby for every one-day MC.
Bluh!
Nigga, now RIP.
My diligence is only meant to write your eulogy.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
Alls my life I has to fight, nigga.
Alls my life I--
hard times like, yeah.
Bad trips like, yeah.
Nazareth, I'm fucked up, homie.
You fucked up.
But if God got us, then we gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
We gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Huh?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna 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.
While Mac-11 even boom with the base down.
Scheming.
And let me tell you about my life.
Painkillers only put me in a twilight
where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight.
I tell my mama I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows.
20 of them in my Chevy.
Tell them 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've 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, looking at the world
like, where do we go?
Nigga, and we hate po-po.
Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure.
Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door.
My knees getting weak, and my gun might blow,
but we gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
We gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Huh?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna 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 dawg.
Motherfucker, you can live at the mall.
I can see the evil, I can tell it.
I know what's illegal.
I don't think about it.
I deposit every little 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 dawg, that's all.
Bick back at Chad, I trap the back for y'all.
I rap, I Black on tracks so rest assured, my rights, my wrongs.
I write till I'm right with God.
Wouldn't you know, we been hurt, been down before.
Nigga, when our pride was low, looking at the world
like, where do we go?
Nigga, and we hate po-po.
Wanna kill us dead in the street for sure.
Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door.
My knees getting weak, and my gun might blow,
but we gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
We gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Huh?
We gonna be alright.
Nigga, we gonna be alright.
Do you hear me?
Do you feel me?
We gonna be alright.
I keep my head up high.
I cross my heart and hope to die.
Loving me is complicated.
Too afraid, a lot of changes.
I'm alright, and you're a favorite.
Dark nights in my prayers.
[GUN SHOT]
[GLASS SHATTERING]
I remember 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 screaming in a hotel room.
I didn't want to self-destruct.
The evils of Lucy was all around me,
so I went running for answers.
[HEART BEATING]
[THUD]