Macklemore - The Language Of My World

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  • 1
    Intro
    00:50
  • 2
    White Privilege
    04:21
  • 3
    B-Boy
    02:47
  • 4
    Claimin The City
    04:28
  • 5
    Fake I.D.
    02:33
  • 6
    Hold Your Head Up
    04:23
  • 7
    Ego
    02:49
  • 8
    Inhale Deep
    02:49
  • 9
    Bush Song
    02:52
  • 10
    Good For You
    04:02
  • 11
    I Said Hey
    04:44
  • 12
    Penis Song
    03:33
  • 13
    The Magic
    04:23
  • 14
    City Don't Sleep
    03:31
  • 15
    Long Song
    04:24
  • 16
    Remember High School
    04:09
  • 17
    Contradiction
    04:29
  • 18
    Soldiers

    Текст песни
    "This is for my soldiers
    Not my soldiers that chose to be soldiers
    But the soldiers that were forced to be soldiers
    Now what's the trouble, you scared of being a human?
    If the truth is a tool I double dare you to use it
    Hit the booth and I'm well aware of what I'm doin'
    If I confuse you with the humor I'm preparing them for the movement
    I've been alive before and every person's got a purpose
    Most don't observe it or know what they're striving towards
    Only you can light the torch
    Cause you won't survive the war if you don't know what
    the fuck it is you're fighting for
    Most of us won't open up and trust the inner source
    Combined with being tempted to just accept it
    But don't twist the message, if you must think of my support
    Sometimes you gotta pull off the tees and get on some left right left shit
    I worked with 80 soldiers hooded behind locked doors
    Forced into a war, an entrance with no exit
    Before they could grow up, just some crazy soldiers
    Armin them with crack and guns, in essence, defenseless
    Yup my man rappin killsmatic enhance them
    In his own words 21st century panther
    13 years old gets into a fight
    Decided to steal the kid's bike
    Cops come and he ends up in hand cuffs
    Two months in and now he's caught in the trap
    Got out, got caught with a gat and crack
    Now whatta these people think
    Juvenile life like that he grew up in a room with a mac
    And he'll be policed until the day he can legally drink
    Now tell me what's the matter with this picture
    I wish it was a dream but it seems too vivid
    There's blood on these streets I can't see who's is it
    I should probably mind my business
    I said tell me what's the matter with this picture
    I wish it was a dream but it seems to vivid
    There's blood on these streets I can see whose is it
    America wants me to mind my business
    Now if you contain anything in a cage
    Its natural tendency is going to try to be escape right?
    When these kids get out of the gates and face life
    If you raised them as a criminal what do you estimate they'll behave like?
    The ratio is 80 something percent of kids who get locked
    up again or go straight to the pen
    And that's strange right
    It's a snowball effect, and they wanna see you again
    So they can make sure that America remains white
    Yup, going back on that race shit
    Most of the neighborhoods are like cages they try and escape and
    If the American dream is to make it
    It's obviously blatant that if you're left with nothing, what do you do?
    Attempted Murder was the case
    My man got beat up, stomped in his face
    Ask George bush what you do when you're attacked
    His boy went and let it spray, hit one of them in the leg
    Now George you can relate,
    Remember Iraq, or was it Afghanistan? Just ain't funny
    Proving sometimes you gotta take something to make money
    My man's homie snitched and said that he planned to hit
    And he'll be out when he's 46
    Now ain't the game something
    The soldiers follow the same orders
    The generals are Crips folk and south of the boarder
    Now is it a kid with a gun or the system he lives in that has his disorder
    If there's a fiend on the block, somebody's servin em
    If there's a teen with a Glock, there's a cop lookin to turn em in
    If you have something I want, there's somebody murderin
    Since 1492, where the fuck do you think we learned it from
    Now tell me what's the matter with this picture
    I wish it was a dream but it seems too vivid
    There's blood on these streets I can't see whose is it
    I should probably mind my business
    I said tell me what's the matter with this picture
    I wish it was a dream but it seems to vivid
    There's blood on these streets I can see whose is it
    America wants me to mind my business
    "
    04:47
  • 19
    As Soon As I Wake Up
    03:47
  • 20
    My Language
    03:57
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