أنشئ صوت Kendrick Lamar بجودة الاستوديو في ثوانٍ

The concrete jungle breeds warriors disguised as victims. We transform through pain, like roses growing through sidewalk cracks. Society sees what it wants to see, but beneath these city lights, we're all just searching for our wings, trying to break free from these mental prisons.

Look, they try to box me in, but God ain't built me basic. Every verse I write, every step I take, it's sacred. Keep your soul intact while they fabricate the narrative. Stay true to self, that's mathematics, ain't no average in my bracket.

Era medianoche cuando Carmen notó algo extraño en el pasillo del hospital. Las luces parpadeaban sin razón, y el silencio habitual se había transformado en un murmullo inquietante. Mientras caminaba hacia la sala de enfermeras, escuchó pasos que no correspondían a ningún turno nocturno.

You ain't shit with your fake ass promises I'm tired of these games you playing acting like you innocent when everybody know what you been doing behind closed doors fuck outta here with that manipulative emotional bullshit I see right through you now I'm done with this toxic situation.

Oh my god, so like, I was at this coffee shop yesterday, right? And there's this guy who totally looks like my friend from high school. I'm just sitting there like, should I say something? That's so weird how people can look exactly like someone else.

You feel me, we all got these battles inside, day after day, spirit after spirit. But look deeper than what your eyes showing you. Every struggle got a lesson, every pain got a purpose, and that's real talk. Keep pushing, keep growing, keep evolving.

So like yesterday I'm at this fancy restaurant right, and they're all "would you like our artisanal water selection" and I'm just sitting there thinking like, okay but do you have regular water, you know, the kind that doesn't need a backstory?

Ni watch me in these streets like vultures circlin', my people dying while the system keep workin'. Touch my family, that's a death wish, believe me, ain't no hesitation when it's time for the reaping. Blood on concrete tell stories that the news won't speak about.