Mr. Morale – Kendrick Lamar: traduzione e testo canzone
Kendrick Lamar – Mr. Morale: traduzione e testo canzone
Mr. Morale è una canzone di Kendrick Lamar contenuta nell’album Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers.
Di seguito trovate il testo e la traduzione della canzone:
testo
I was born on February 24th, 1970
The day I was delivered they said I would build a legacy
Picture me with influence that last generations
I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated
The first three letters of the alphabet my name
I made you laugh, I made you dance, I made you sing
I been around the world and back, you recorded my almanac
So dearly way before the fact me and pops was estranged
My father was a public figure, bigger than life
Lived as a winner, on stages alike
Rivers of people surely united, just to see our bond
Time carried on, that was a common thread
My perfect father had many flaws
Still they moved they legs and shook they heads in unison
He had more children, I was the oldest
We always played with each other ‘fore they ruined ‘em
He told me his personal secrets, childhood catching on beatings
Sexually touched and abused, never seen life in a school
The price of being iconic was demonic and screwed
I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news
Stress on the head of my spirit, I was lost and confused
I knew both sides of the story, but still, I couldn’t choose
See, it was more than humiliation and bein’ sued
They crucified my affiliation for points to prove
And now my purpose for livin’ makes no difference to you
My total existence was for makin’ a smiling move
They said that I’ll live forever
But the moment he died, more accusations arrived
I had to die too
I remember takin’ my first breath August 28th, 1963
The whole nation had saved the day, I made it on TV
My come out was a standing ova’, the crowd in disbelief
How could a group of words be so great?
Designed to make you think
Races and faces embracin’ my conscience in letter form
How gracious was I speakin’ on changes once outside the norm?
The person responsible, my creator
He never conformed or used hatred to form mass retaliation
Watch him perform with conviction
Two hundred and fifty thousand souls left they homes to listen
I gather his thoughts in abundance made to complete the mission
His life became heroic, then tables turned
My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned
Other women, infidelity stricken, I can’t say he was perfect
It made me nervous, they tear him down and forget me
I prayed that I survived in the midst of the controversy
How many lives’ll fall on deaf ears if I’m not worthy?
I won’t justify his personal problems, that’s not my job
I was only born to make sure your children can play outside
And I imagine the other demons he hid before he died
If they came to surface this dream probably won’t be alive
Because of you
I was born on February 24th, 1970
The day I was delivered they said I would build a legacy
Picture me with influence that last generations
I was made out of love to keep you happy and educated
The first three letters of the alphabet my name
I made you laugh, I made you dance, I made you sing
I been around the world and back, you recorded my almanac
So dearly way before the fact me and pops was estranged
My father was a public figure, bigger than life
Lived as a winner, on stages alike
Rivers of people surely united, just to see our bond
Time carried on, that was a common thread
My perfect father had many flaws
Still they moved they legs and shook they heads in unison
He had more children, I was the oldest
We always played with each other ‘fore they ruined ‘em
He told me his personal secrets, childhood catching on beatings
Sexually touched and abused, never seen life in a school
The price of being iconic was demonic and screwed
I stood on stage and had to watch my father on the news
Stress on the head of my spirit, I was lost and confused
I knew both sides of the story, but still, I couldn’t choose
See, it was more than humiliation and bein’ sued
They crucified my affiliation for points to prove
And now my purpose for livin’ makes no difference to you
My total existence was for makin’ a smiling move
They said that I’ll live forever
But the moment he died, more accusations arrived
I had to die too
I remember takin’ my first breath August 28th, 1963
The whole nation had saved the day, I made it on TV
My come out was a standing ova’, the crowd in disbelief
How could a group of words be so great?
Designed to make you think
Races and faces embracin’ my conscience in letter form
How gracious was I speakin’ on changes once outside the norm?
The person responsible, my creator
He never conformed or used hatred to form mass retaliation
Watch him perform with conviction
Two hundred and fifty thousand souls left they homes to listen
I gather his thoughts in abundance made to complete the mission
His life became heroic, then tables turned
My creator stripped from being a poet because he yearned
Other women, infidelity stricken, I can’t say he was perfect
It made me nervous, they tear him down and forget me
I prayed that I survived in the midst of the controversy
How many lives’ll fall on deaf ears if I’m not worthy?
I won’t justify his personal problems, that’s not my job
I was only born to make sure your children can play outside
And I imagine the other demons he hid before he died
If they came to surface this dream probably won’t be alive
Because of you
I was born in paranoia, it’s poison for us
We can’t create with joyous ambition, we’re out of luck
The critics formed a new coalition and huddled up
The non-creators are now elated and out of touch
Why can’t you gladly appreciate the influence we give?
Stop starin’ at me disgusted, my substance made sure you’d lived
You want the head of the messenger and the history from him
Which eventually takes away from the good you accustom
Think of a life without the likes of imagination that’s prosperin’
The bodies that you consider genius, you like to box ‘em in
The great debaters and thinkers, they gave you a voice
Why can’t you prosecute the crimes and not the thoughts I employ?
Because your better judgement will always look down on me
But if I recollect how we connect, you’ll account on me
I got a theory that most of y’all won’t allow to see
It goes like this, talent doesn’t choose morality
See, if Daniel Hale was a killer, would you not want a heart?
If Carl Benz was a racist, would you stop driving cars?
I can’t help we jump in these bodies and you called them a God
Just know the Earth is just a rock without the voices of art
Sincerely yours
traduzione
Sono nato il 24 febbraio 1970
Il giorno in cui sono stato consegnato hanno detto che avrei costruito un’eredità
Immaginami con l’influenza che le ultime generazioni
Sono stato creato per amore per renderti felice ed educato
Le prime tre lettere dell’alfabeto il mio nome
Ti ho fatto ridere, ti ho fatto ballare, ti ho fatto cantare
Sono stato in giro per il mondo e ritorno, hai registrato il mio almanacco
Così tanto prima che io e papà ci fossimo allontanati
Mio padre era un personaggio pubblico, più grande della vita
Vissuto da vincitore, sui palchi allo stesso modo
Fiumi di persone sicuramente unite, solo per vedere il nostro legame
Il tempo è andato avanti, quello era un filo conduttore
Il mio perfetto padre aveva molti difetti
Eppure muovevano le gambe e scuotevano la testa all’unisono
Lui aveva più figli, io ero il più grande
Abbiamo sempre giocato insieme prima che li rovinassero
Mi ha raccontato i suoi segreti personali, l’infanzia che ha preso a botte
Sessualmente toccata e maltrattata, mai vista la vita in una scuola
Il prezzo dell’essere iconici era demoniaco e fottuto
Sono salito sul palco e ho dovuto guardare mio padre al telegiornale
Stress sulla testa del mio spirito, ero perso e confuso
Conoscevo entrambi i lati della storia, ma comunque non potevo scegliere
Vedi, è stato più che umiliazione ed essere citato in giudizio
Hanno crocifisso la mia affiliazione per i punti da dimostrare
E ora il mio scopo per cui vivere non fa differenza per te
La mia intera esistenza era per fare una mossa sorridente
Hanno detto che vivrò per sempre
Ma nel momento in cui è morto, sono arrivate altre accuse
anch’io dovevo morire
Ricordo di aver fatto il mio primo respiro il 28 agosto 1963
L’intera nazione aveva salvato la situazione, l’ho fatto in TV
Il mio coming out è stato una standing ova’, la folla incredula
Come può un gruppo di parole essere così grande?
Progettato per farti pensare
Razze e volti che abbracciano la mia coscienza in forma di lettera
Quanto sono stato gentile a parlare dei cambiamenti una volta fuori dalla norma?
La persona responsabile, il mio creatore
Non si è mai conformato o usato l’odio per formare ritorsioni di massa
Guardalo esibirsi con convinzione
Duecentocinquantamila anime hanno lasciato le loro case per ascoltare
Raccolgo in abbondanza i suoi pensieri fatti per portare a termine la missione
La sua vita è diventata eroica, poi le cose sono cambiate
Il mio creatore si è spogliato dall’essere un poeta perché desiderava
Altre donne, colpite dall’infedeltà, non posso dire che fosse perfetto
Mi ha reso nervoso, lo hanno abbattuto e mi hanno dimenticato
Ho pregato di sopravvivere nel mezzo della controversia
Quante vite cadranno nel vuoto se non sono degno?
Non giustificherò i suoi problemi personali, non è il mio lavoro
Sono nato solo per assicurarmi che i tuoi bambini possano giocare all’aperto
E immagino gli altri demoni che ha nascosto prima di morire
Se venissero a galla, questo sogno probabilmente non sarebbe vivo
A causa tua
Sono nato in paranoia, per noi è veleno
Non possiamo creare con gioiosa ambizione, siamo sfortunati
I critici formarono una nuova coalizione e si rannicchiarono
I non creatori ora sono euforici e fuori dal mondo
Perché non puoi apprezzare volentieri l’influenza che diamo?
Smettila di fissarmi disgustato, la mia sostanza si è assicurata che tu fossi vissuto
Vuoi il capo del messaggero e la storia da lui
Che alla fine toglie il bene a cui sei abituato
Pensa a una vita senza l’immaginazione che sta prosperando
I corpi che consideri geniali, ti piace rinchiuderli
I grandi dibattiti e pensatori, ti hanno dato voce
Perché non puoi perseguire i crimini e non i pensieri che uso?
Perché il tuo miglior giudizio mi guarderà sempre dall’alto in basso
Ma se ricordo come ci colleghiamo, renderai conto di me
Ho una teoria che la maggior parte di voi non permetterà di vedere
Va così, il talento non sceglie la moralità
Vedi, se Daniel Hale fosse un assassino, non vorresti un cuore?
Se Carl Benz fosse un razzista, smetteresti di guidare le macchine?
Non posso fare a meno di saltare in questi corpi e tu li hai chiamati un Dio
Sappi solo che la Terra è solo una roccia senza le voci dell’arte
Sinceramente tuo
