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  • bir joyner lucas şarkısı. çarpıcı sözleri ve klibi ile dikkat çekiyor. kendinden daha çok söz ettirecek gibi.
  • "my sister's boyfriend is black" cümlesi içeren parça.

    klipteki bir çok estanteneyi günlük hayatta türkiyede fazlasıyla duyabilirsiniz. yanlış anlamayın tabikide türkiyede ırkçı yok.

    (bkz: benim de zenci arkadaşlarım var)
  • ı’m not racist. racism is a crime and crime is for black people diye devam edecem ırkçı cümle.
  • joyner lucas'ın muazzam bir parçası. dinledim ve hayran kaldım. rap tarihindeki en harika şarkılardan biri diyebilirim. altyazılı versiyonunu dinlemek için .
  • dna, bank account, gucci gang, mask off gibi parçalara remix giren joyner lucas üstadın xxxtentacion bebesinin yaptığı kadar absürt olmasa da yine de bir miktar absürt kabul edilebilecek şekilde ırkçılık konusunu işlediği parçası. parçanın ilk yarısında beyaz bir vatandaş açısından, diğer yarısında ise siyah bir vatandaş açısından bir perspektif sunuyor üstat. klibin başındaki beyaz elemanın kendisi sanıldığını, "ne diyor lan bu?" diye tepki verileceğini de tahmin ettiğini söylüyor hatta; buna rağmen şarkıya dikkat çekip farkındalık yaratmak için böyle bir yol seçmiş sanırım.

    ilk olarak klasik "beyazlar neden nigger kelimesini kullanamıyor?" sorusu ile girmiş ve bunun cevabını irdelemiş; "çok severek dinlediğim rapper şarkısında bu kelimeyi kullanıyor mesela, peki ben neden kullanamıyorum?" sonrasında obama-trump mevzusuna girmiş, "beyazlar albert einstein, steve jobs ile ilgilenirken siyahlar hala 2pac'i tanrı olarak görüyor." gibi bir hipotez de ortaya koymuş.

    genelde kültürlerin farklı olduğunu ve bunların nesilden nesile bir şekilde aktarıldığı üzerinde durmuş joyner lucas. yaşam tarzları ve standartlarının uyuşmadığını, bunun ise ırkçılıkla alakası olmadığını savunmuş. genel olarak "göte göt denir" demiş, bunun ten renginizle hiçbir alakası yok. "tembel ve işe yaramazsan ben bunu yüzüne karşı söylerim, bunun ten renginle ve yaşam stilinle zerre alakası yok." demiş ayrıca.

    ikinci kısımda ise daha çok "neler yaşadığımızı bilmiyorsun, her polis gördüğümde 'acaba yaşayacak mıyım?' diye düşünmekten kendimi alamıyorum." tarzı savlarla bunlara cevap vermiş. 2pac'i çok sevmelerinin ardında yatan nedenlerin çok basit olmadığını, her şeyin göründüğü kadar yüzeysel olmadığını belirtmiş. geri kalanlar da "tarzımızı kopyalamayın, black lives matter'ı bile all lives matter'a çevirdiniz, bundan kendinize pay çıkarmayın bari." şeklinde gidiyor işte.

    klibin sonunda içini döken iki birey de sarılıp birbirlerini anlıyorlar* , verilmek istenen mesaj da verilmiş oluyor.* bilinmeyen ve dile getirilmeyen şeyler değil nihayetinde; farklı bir çalışma olmuş ama, en azından look at me'deki gibi hardcore değil. gideri var, dinlenir.

    "you worry 'bout your life, so you take mine
    i love you but i fuckin' hate you at the same time
    i wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
    so we could understand each other more but that'd take time"

    klibi

    genius videosu
  • bu sabah duyduğum, benim kürt arkadaşlarım da var diyen joyner lucas şarkısı.

    [verse 1]
    with all due respect
    ı don't have pity for you black niggas, that's the way ı feel
    screamin' "black lives matter"
    all the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills
    yellin' "nigga this" and "nigga that"
    call everybody "nigga" and get a nigga mad
    as soon as ı say "nigga" then everyone react
    and wanna swing at me and call me racist 'cause ı ain't black
    well pound that then
    talkin' about slavery like you was around back then
    like you was pickin' cotton off the fuckin' ground back then
    like you was on the plantation gettin' down back then
    aight, look, ı see a black man aimin' his gun
    but ı'd rather see a black man claimin' his son
    and ı don't mean just for one day and you done
    ı mean, you still trapped in a rut
    and ı work my ass off and ı pay my taxes for what?
    so you can keep livin' off free government assistance?
    food stamps for your children, but you're still tryna sell 'em
    for some weed and some liquor or a fuckin' babysitter
    while you party on the road 'cause you ain't got no fuckin' goals?
    you already late
    you motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight
    wait, it's like you're proud to be fake
    but you lazy as fuck and you'd rather sell drugs
    than get a job and be straight
    and then you turn around and complain about the poverty rate
    fuck outta my face! you can't escape problems
    you can pray for some change but can't break a dollar
    got nobody else to blame, so you blame donald
    "they fuck the world with a make america great condom"
    my voice been back
    ı'm not racist, my sister's boyfriend's black
    ı'm not racist, my sister-in-law's baby cousin tracy
    got a brother and his girlfriend's black
    my head's in the cloud
    heard there's not enough jobs for all the men in your house
    maybe we should build a wall to keep the mexicans out
    or maybe we should send 'em all to the ghetto for now
    ı'm not racist, and ı never lie
    but ı think there's a disconnect between your culture and mine
    ı worship the einsteins, study the steve jobs
    but you ride 2pac's dick like he was a fuckin' god, oh my god!
    and all you care about is rappin'
    and stuntin' and bein ratchet, and that's the nigga within you
    music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you
    then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues
    blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks
    blame it on everybody except for your own race
    blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids
    and just blame it on white citizens, same with the vice president
    bunch of class clowns
    niggas kneelin' on the field, that's a flag down
    how dare you try to make demands for this money?
    you gon' show us some respect, you gon' stand for this country, nigger!
    ı'm not racist, ı'm just prepared for this type of war
    ı heard eminem's rap at the awards, who's he fightin' for?
    y'all can take that motherfucker too, he ain't white no more
    ıt's like you wanna be so famous
    you'll do anything for attention and a little payment
    ı can't take you nowhere without people pointin' fingers
    pants hangin' off your ass, you ain't got no home trainin'?
    put your fuckin' pants up, nigga! put that suit back on!
    take that du-rag off! take that gold out your mouth!
    quit the pitiful stuff
    and then maybe police would stop killin' you fucks
    yo, what the fuck?! ı'm not racist
    ıt's like we livin' in the same buildin' but split into two floors
    ı'm not racist
    but there's two sides to every story, ı wish that ı knew yours
    ı wish that ı knew yours
    ı'm not racist, ı swear

    [verse 2]
    with all disrespect
    ı don't really like you white motherfuckers, that's just where ı'm at
    screaming "all lives matter"
    ıs a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?
    and that's one war you'll never win
    the power in the word "nigga" is a different sin
    we shouldn't say it but we do, and that just what it is
    but that don't mean that you can say it just 'cause you got nigga friends
    nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under
    and when we use it, we know that's just how we greet each other
    and when you use it, we know there's a double meaning under
    and even if ı wasn't picking cotton physically
    that don't mean ı'm not affected by the history
    my grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me
    and you ain't got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!
    ı'm sorry you can never feel my life
    tryna have faith, but ı never felt alright
    ıt's hard to elevate when this country's ran by whites
    judging me by my skin color and my blackness
    tryna find a job but ain't nobody call me back yet
    now ı gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet
    you crackers ain't slick, this is all a part of your tactics
    don't talk about no motherfucking taxes
    when ı ain't making no dough
    you think you know everything but you don't
    you wanna copy our slang and everything that we know
    tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa
    fuck, ı'm exhausted
    ı can't even drive without the cops tryna start shit
    ı'm tired of the systematic racism bullshit
    all you do is false shit, this the shit that ı'm forced with
    and you don't know shit about my people, that's what bothers you
    you don't know about no fried chicken and no barbecue
    you don't know about the two-step or no loose change
    you don't know about no 2 chainz or no kool-aid, you don't know!
    and even though barack was half as black
    you hated president obama, ı know that's a fact
    you couldn't wait to get him out and put a cracker back
    and then you gave us donald trump and now it's payback for that
    ı'm not racist, ı never lied
    but ı know there's a disconnect between your culture and mine
    yeah, ı praise 2pac like he was a fuckin' god
    he was fighting for his life way before he fuckin' died, nigga, die nigga!
    and all you care about is money and power
    and being ugly and that's the cracker within you
    hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you
    and then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue
    blame it on puerto rico, blame it on oj
    blame it on everybody, except for your own race
    blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens
    aim at the black businesses, ı ain't saying ı'm innocent
    but, ı might be any day now
    treatin' everybody how you want and any way how
    ı swear north korea 'bout to bomb us any day now
    and now ı'm duckin' everytime ı hear a fuckin' plane now, shit
    you know ı make a lot of sense but you just can't admit it
    when eminem went against trump, that was the illest
    'cause even though he's white, he let us know he standin' with us
    ı'm not racist, but ı cry a lot
    you don't know what it's like to be in a frying pot
    you don't know what it's like to mind your business
    and get stopped by the cops and not know if you 'bout to die or not
    you worry 'bout your life, so you take mine
    ı love you but ı fuckin' hate you at the same time
    ı wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives
    so we could understand each other more but that'd take time
    ı'm not racist
    ıt's like we livin' in the same buildin' but splittin' the both sides
    ı'm not racist
    but there's two sides to every story and now you know mine

    [outro]
    can't erase the scars with a bandage
    ı'm hopin' maybe we can come to an understandin'
    agree to disagree, we could have an understandin'
    ı'm not racist
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