paroles de chanson meet the grahams - Kendrick Lamar
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
would've
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
could
be
a
bitch
even
if
you
got
bitches
Never
code-switch,
whether
right
or
wrong,
you
a
black
man
Even
if
it
don't
benefit
your
goals,
do
some
push-ups,
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's
law
Don't
be
ashamed
'bout
who
you
with,
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
95
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
18
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
using
you
to
prove
who
he
is,
is
a
huge
favor
I
think
you
should
ask
for
more
paper,
and
more
paper
And
more,
uh,
more
paper
I'm
blaming
you
for
all
his
gambling
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
about
to
say
is
heavy,
now
listen
Mm-mm,
your
son's
a
sick
man
with
sick
thoughts,
I
think
niggas
like
him
should
die
Him
and
Weinstein
should
get
fucked
up
in
a
cell
for
the
rest
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
hoe-VO
that
he
keep
on
a
monthly
allowance
A
child
should
never
be
compromised
and
he
keepin'
his
child
around
them
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
a
purpose
I
been
in
this
industry
12
years,
I'ma
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
tender
Then
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
truth,"
so
I'ma
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
safe
Dear,
baby
girl
I'm
sorry
that
your
father
not
active
inside
your
world
He
don't
commit
to
much
but
his
music,
yeah,
that's
for
sure
He
a
narcissist,
misogynist,
livin'
inside
his
songs
Try
destroy
families
rather
than
takin'
care
of
his
own
Should
be
teachin'
you
timetables
or
watchin'
Frozen
with
you
Or
at
your
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
it
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
behavior
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
hitmaker,
songwriter,
superstar,
right
And
a
fuckin'
deadbeat
that
should
never
say
"more
life"
Meet
the
Grahams
Dear,
Aubrey
I
know
you
probably
thinkin'
I
wanted
to
crash
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
37,
but
you
showin'
up
as
a
seven-year-old
You
got
gamblin'
problems,
drinkin'
problems,
pill-poppin'
and
spendin'
problems
Bad
with
money,
whorehouse
Solicitin'
women
problems,
therapy's
a
lovely
start
But
I
suggest
some
ayahuasca,
strip
the
ego
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's
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
body
shamer,
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
achievements
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,
I
know
they
all
got
you
in
'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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