Meet The Duckworths
[Verse 1]
Dear Kendrick

I seen you young, skinny bones, scribblin’ on them stoops

Dreamin’ past that section 80, flippin’ rhymes into troops

You got that glow, lil’ homie, that fire behind your frown

And if the glow too bright

The white man gone dim you down

So slow it down

I ain’t here to shame ya, I’m here to lace you up in advance

‘Cause this world don’t love poets

They just auction our stance

He’ll slide a deal in your lap

But Don’t mistake it for rap…
They’ll call you conscious, but they'll market your grief

Turn your trauma to a streams, while they dine like a thief

So befriend him, Kendrick—


So befriend him, Kendrick—

Red light, just play it cool

Let him think you blind

While you studied his every line


Get so close he don’t notice when you vanish like mist…


Learn his tongue, help em stack his paper, but never forget your fist…..


Remember this melonin run deeper than a abyss

They try to take it to institution
Not right now but they’ll come time for your mass retribution

Don’t bow for Grammys, don’t cry for validation

‘Cause they’ll quote your bars and still fund mass incarceration

Hahaha

Unless its in ya favor Kendrick

Hahaha

Unless its in ya favor Kendrick

Your gift is your curse, but your voice is a blade

You’ll see fame come fast just like the corners here in “compton”

But shine wrong, and you’ll wake up all alone on your throne

You dont have to wife them broads

Tell her you want to

And get ya money
Youll be a prophet—don’t become they puppet

Don’t let ‘em use your pain just to show they love it

You gon’ hear “King kendrick” a lot, they’ll flood you with praise

But remember—pedestals flip

When the trends start to fade

So diss em kendrick

Gasp

So when the time is right diss em kendrick

You from Bompton, not paula—don’t let that mix you

They love our rhythm, but hate what we been through

They’ll dress you in silk or a canadian suite, & say you healed the culture

Then casting you in roles where you cracked out and vultured

Just so you can remember what path you usta be on!!

Damn what a satistic

A pipe in your hand, twitchin’ on them tv show sets

Like that was always your fate—no dignity left

I seen that scene before, boy, future in plain sight

They gon’ use your gift ‘until you a ghost in the night

This a mirror, held still

A letter from the real to the dream you going to build

Get your shine, Duckworth, but peep the cost of the climb Duckworth and if
The white mans ya friend try to leave him far behind

Before he betrays ya
Before he betrays ya
Oh yeah he gone betray ya
So betray him first


[Verse 2]
Dear Paula

You named him Kendrick, after Temptation’s fame

But ain’t no harmony in hardship

When the streets taming his name

You gave him melody, but never taught him peace in the chorus,no guidance, just force. And the silence with the belt

He was scribblin’ bars while the roaches crept through the stove, that hunted his eyes

You was strong, but where was love when he fall from faith..

A young king with big dreams, writin’ pain in his rhyme scheme

You just prayed you just prayed that he’d grow strong without addressin’ the crimes

You Just Let him roam the streets

That just taught him how to be how to be so shisty

K—Dot he wore it heavy, like y’all passed down the load

He forgave you on the track, but in life, who really knows?

He found God, but not comfort; fame, but not ease, so he put the thornes on his head so he can forget the screams

You raised a lion, sure—but never showed him how to breathe

Played a crackhead on screen, but that was therapy too

He survived the role you wrote, though it barely fit you

You said, “Be a man,” but where’s the model in that phrase?

Told him life ain’t fair, then stepped back from the maze

He a poet with a wound, dressed in Pulitzer & gammy threads

But you ain’t hug him after verses where he spoke to the dead

He healed you in Morale, laid it all on the track

But I wonder, Mrs Paula—have you ever gave that love back After accusing him of being molested?

You a Black mom, no doubt, and the world been cold

But imma tell you bout this boy i know his name is Karmelo Anthony he’s influenced by ya son

So this message ain’t hate, it’s the truth from the block

Where OGs seen boys turn men Glock

How can I say this He took my advice from when we talk when I was younger I want to apologize

Because of me he showed these kids hate when i told ya son this i was in a immature state of mind

If we act like them we are not the better man. I supported that boys fund today but just to let you know

Ya sons still a cracked out n***a thats not from the bay


Dear Adonis

Dont trust these broken n***as they real dishonest. I promise

They do it to they own kink, just to win but it’s a sin

And they don’t know it

Cause they don’t aspire to leave the area code

They’ll fake the funk cause they scared..

You’ll take the rug from under they noise

They don’t know who they are and rightfully so …

The system red lined us in to these ghettos

So they mamas can tweak it…Just to buy her burken

Missing her mans that’s locked up Now he fill like a burden

Throw the money so what. And Keep she the same attitude

Look, we not all like this

We graduating and making money hand over fist

They not scared of you they’ll embrace you

Just like this

Them guys don’t know ya roots

That’s that east coast Memphis

Second home Second home of the 6

Deep South

Shout out to the Ville fortunate enough to leave my ZIP Code, and to be taught something trill

They gone respect my wishes when they ride my wave

I done moved to the north

Now they know where I stay

Tell them idaho is right next to Canada

I’m stuck in my ways not a dead beat

And I’m not in a cage

Lyrically trigga happy like mom and pappy

Bopping the rage with a yitta

Up in Emmett making this money

Credit score gone up pass 735

What a time to be alive

What a time to be jin…

You think boise ain't poppin? we in that wild wild west

Where you think they send the outlaws

Certified of the bay, Kaiser permanente

Still throwing them bows

Yeah i got it from the system

I better behave. young head but I always gotta old head with me

Ain't gotta lock no kitty down

Cause kitty flock me heavy

Gone and resurrect the party now

Cause i'm right behind a bitty

And i'm trying get litty on yacht

Middle finger to the red & blues on the water

Trying to hold me back

I'm just doing what I want to do

You just doing what you can do

Bot train make it rain like it’s voodoo

What?

Say haaaa