White Privilege (Part 2) de Macklemore

Pulled into the parking lot (parked it)
Zipped up my parka
Joined the procession of marchers
In my head like, "Is this awkward, should I even be here marching?"
Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe?
Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?
I want to take a stance cause we are not free
And then I thought about it, we are not we
Am I in the outside lookin' in, or am I in the inside looking out?
Is it my place to give my two cents
Or should I stand on the side and shut my mouth for justice? No peace
Okay, I'm saying that they're chanting out, "Black lives matter", but I don't say it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask
A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi
In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the nine
Takes another child's life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
(Ben, think about it)

You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment
The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with
The culture was never yours to make better
You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea
Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the magic
You've taken the drums and the accent you rapped in
You're branded "hip-hop", it's so fascist and backwards
That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass house
Get a big-ass fence, keep people out
It's all stubborn, anyway, can't you see that now?
There's no way for you to even that out
You can join the march, protest, scream and shout
Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you're down
But they see through it all, people believe you now
You said publicly, "Rest in peace, Mike Brown"
You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?
Are you marching for freedom, or when it's convenient?
Want people to like you, want to be accepted
That's probably why you are out here protesting
Don't think for a second you don't have incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention? What's the intention?

Psst, I totally get it, you're by yourself
And the last thing you want to do is take a picture
But seriously, my little girl loves you
She's always singing, "I'm gonna pop some tags"
I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go thrifting
And "One Love", oh, my God, that song – brilliant
Their aunt is gay, when that song came out
My son told his whole class he was actually proud
That's so cool, look what you're accomplishing
Even an old mom like me likes it cause it's positive
You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids listen to
Cause you get it, all that negative stuff isn't cool
Yeah, like all the guns and the drugs
The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the thugs
Even the protest outside – so sad and so dumb
If a cop pulls you over, it's your fault if you run
Huh?

So, they feel that the police are discriminating against the, the black people? I have an advantage? Why? Cause I'm white? What? Haha. No. People nowadays are just pussies. Like, this is the generation to be offended by everything. Black Lives Matter thing is a reason to take arms up over perceived slights. I'm not prejudiced, I just–. 99% of the time across this country, the police are doing their job properly

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of resentment
Some of us scared, some of us defensive and most of us aren't even paying attention
It seems like we're more concerned with being called racist than we actually are with racism
I've heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive
What if I actually read a article, actually had a dialogue
Actually looked at myself, actually got involved?
If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't know
Hip-hop has always been political, yes, it's the reason why this music connects
So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying
Then I'm trying to be politically correct?
I can book a whole tour, sell out the tickets
Rap entrepreneur, built his own business
If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a voice to begin with
Then this isn't authentic, it is just a gimmick
The DIY underdog, so independent
But the one thing the American dream fails to mention is I was many steps ahead to begin with
My skin matches the hero, likeness, the image
America feels safe with my music in their systems
And it's suited me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it
And if I'm the hero, you know who gets cast as the villain
White supremacy isn't just a white dude in Idaho
White supremacy protects the privilege I hold
White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home
White supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent
My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson guilty
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?
We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by
We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

Black Lives Matter, to use an analogy, is like if there was a subdivision and a house was on fire. The fire department wouldn't show up and start putting water on all the houses because all houses matter. They would show up and they would turn their water on the house that is burning because that's the house that needs it the most. My generation has taken on the torch of a very age-old fight for black liberation, but also liberation for anyone, and injustice anywhere is still injustice everywhere. The best thing white people can do is talk to each other. And having those very difficult, very painful conversations with your parents, with your family members. I think one of the critical questions for white people in this society is what are you willing to risk, what are you willing to sacrifice to create a more just society?

Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
Your silence is a luxury, hip-hop is not a luxury
What I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free
What I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free
What I got for me, it is for me
Why we may, we may to set us free

Me metí en el aparcamiento (lo aparqué)
Subí la cremallera de mi abrigo
Me uní a la procesión de manifestantes
En mi cabeza pensaba, "Es esto incómodo? Debería estar aquí marchando?"
Pensando que si ellos no pueden, cómo puedo respirar?
Pensando que ellos gritan, qué canto yo?
Quiero tomar una posición porque no somos libres
Y luego reflexioné, no somos nosotros
Estoy fuera mirando hacia adentro o estoy adentro mirando hacia afuera?
Es mi lugar dar mi opinión
o debería quedarme al margen y callar por justicia? Sin paz
Vale, estoy diciendo que ellos gritan "Las vidas negras importan", pero yo no lo repito
Está bien que lo diga? No lo sé, así que observo y me quedo quieto
Frente a una fila de policías que se ven iguales que yo
Solo separados por una placa, un bastón, un spray de pimienta, una máscara
Un escudo, un arma con guantes y manos que dan un coartada
En caso de que alguien muera por una bala que sale de la nueve
Que quita otra vida infantil a la vista

Sangre en las calles, sin justicia, sin paz
Sin creencias racistas, sin descanso hasta que seamos libres
Hay sangre en las calles, sin justicia, sin paz
Sin creencias racistas, sin descanso hasta que seamos libres

Sangre en las calles, sin justicia, sin paz
Sin creencias racistas, sin descanso hasta que seamos libres
Hay sangre en las calles, sin justicia, sin paz
Sin creencias racistas, sin descanso hasta que seamos libres
(Ben, piénsalo)

Has explotado y robado la música, el momento
La magia, la pasión, la moda con la que juegas
La cultura nunca fue tuya para mejorarla
Eres Miley, eres Elvis, eres Iggy Azalea
Falso y tan plástico; has robado la magia.
Has tomado los tambores y el acento con el que rapeabas.
Te han etiquetado como "hip-hop", es tan fascista y retrógrado:
Que Grandmaster Flash te abofetearía a ti también.
Todo el dinero que has hecho,
Toda esa versión diluida del pop de la cultura,
Ve a comprar un gran jardín con tu gran casa,
Consigue una valla enorme para mantener a la gente fuera.
Todo es terco; de todos modos no puedes ver eso ahora.
No hay forma de equilibrarlo,
Puedes unirte a la marcha , protestar , gritar y chillar,
Ponerte en Twitter , usar hashtags como si estuvieras implicado .
Pero ellos ven más allá; ahora creen en ti.
Dijiste públicamente: “Descansa en paz Mike Brown”.
Hablas sobre igualdad , pero realmente lo sientes?
Marchas por libertad o sólo cuando te conviene?
Quieres ser querido , quieres ser aceptado;
Probablemente por eso estás protestando aquí .
No pienses ni por un segundo que no tienes incentivos;

Se trata de ti? Entonces cuál es tu intención?

Cuál es la intención? Cuál es la intención?

Psst , lo entiendo completamente , estás solo
Y lo último que quieres hacer es tomarte una foto
Pero en serio , mi niña te adora
Siempre está cantando: "Voy a quitarme algunas etiquetas"
No hablo en broma. Mi hijo mayor incluso ha empezado a ir de compras de segunda mano
Y "One Love", oh Dios mío... esa canción – brillante.
Su tía es lesbiana . Cuando salió esa canción
Mi hijo le dijo toda su clase con orgullo.
Eso es genial ; mira lo que estás logrando.
Incluso a una madre mayor como yo le gusta porque es positiva.
Eres el único hip-hop al cual dejo escuchar a mis hijos.
Porque tú entiendes ; todas esas cosas negativas no son geniales.
Sí , como todas las armas y las drogas.

Las chicas y los chicos malos ... La protesta afuera : muy triste y estúpida .

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