Murder to excellence

I been studying the african american people struggle during my university assignments. This song fits strongly in my created mental intertextuality map. Really emotional. Here the lyrics partially translated to my language.



[Intro: Jay-Z]
Bloody murder, murder, murder
Assassinat sangnant, assassinat, assassinat

[Hook: Kanye]
The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder"
The paper read "murder, black-on-black murder" again
Llegint el diari “assassinat, negre mata negre”.
Llegint el diari “assassinat, negre mata negre” un altre cop.


[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
This is to the memory of Danroy Henry
Too much enemy fire to catch a friendly
Strays from the same shade nigga, we on the same team
Giving you respect, I expect the same thing
All-black everything, nigga you know my fresh code
I’m out here fighting for you, don’t increase my stressload!
Niggas watching the throne, very happy to be you
Power to the people, when you see me, see you
Això és en record a Danroy Henry (un xaval esportista que la poli va pelar a la sortida d'un bar)
Massa foc enemic per encaixar-ne d'amic
Estem tallats del mateix patró, negre. estem al mateix equip
Et respecto i espero el mateix de tu
Primer lo negre sempre, negre ja coneixes el meu rotllo
estic aquí fora lluitant per tu, no m'estressis!
Negres mirant el tro, contents de ser vosaltres
poder pel poble quan em mires et veus tu.

[Kanye]
And I’m from the murder capital where they murder for capital
Heard about at least three killings this afternoon
Looking at the news like "damn! I was just with him after school"
No shop class but half the school got a tool
And a "I could die any day"-type attitude
Plus his little brother got shot repping his avenue
It’s time for us to stop and redefine black power
41 souls murdered in fifty hours

Sóc de la capital de l'assassinat on s'assassina per capital
He sentit que hi ha hagut tres morts aquesta tarda
Mirant les noticies del rotllo” òstia! Estava amb ell després de classe”
No hi ha botiga al cole però la meitat del cole porta pipa
i el “puc morir qualsevol dia” és l'actitud més normal
a més van disparar al seu germà mentre “representava” la seva avinguda (ser d'una banda)
És moment de que parem i redefinim el poder negre
41 ànimes mortes en 50 hores

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kanye]
Is it genocide?
Cause I can still hear his mama cry
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face about piranha-sized
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain’t got enough room for all the tombs
It’s a war going on outside we ain’t safe from
I feel the pain in my city wherever I go
314 soldiers died in Iraq, 509 died in Chicago

És un genocidi?
Perquè encara sento la mama com plora
Coneixo la familia traumatitzada
els tres van deixar forats de la mida d'una piranya a la seva cara
El vell capellà va tancar el taüt fred
i va dir que l'esglesia no tenia pro espai per totes aquelles tombes
hi ha una guerra en marxa allà fora de la que no ens podem salvar
sento el dolor de la meva ciutat allà on vaig
314 soldats van morir a l'Iraq, 509 van morir a Chicago

[Jay-Z]
I arrived on the day Fred Hampton died
Uh, real niggas just multiply
And they say by 21 I was supposed to die
So I’m out here celebrating my post-demise
If you put crabs in a barrel to insure your survival
You're gon' end up pulling down niggas that look just like you
What up, Blood? What up, cuz? It’s all black, I love us

Vaig neixer el dia que el Fred Hampton es va morir (pantera negra acrivillat per la poli de chicago)
uh, els negres de veritat només fan que multiplicar-se
i deien que quan en tingués 21 em moriría
i ara estic aquí fora celebrant la meva post-mort
si poses bales al tambor per assegurar la teva supervivència
acabaràs pelant negres que són com tu
Què tal Blood? Què tal cuz (crip)? Tots vosaltres sou negres. Us estimo

[Hook]
continues but i'm too lazy...





Self-hate. This problem remembers me an european people I trully know.

Happy 2012 to y'all

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