[{"id":33955596,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"KENDRICK LAMAR","albumName":"Mother I Sober","duration":407.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\nBut Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\nAll these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not being addressed in black families\nThe devastation haunting generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\nLearn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny\nThis is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay, \"Thank you dad\"\nThank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep\nLove me for me\n\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.93] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.17] One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.55] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.02] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.62] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:30.98] Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.59] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.80] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.23] I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.66] In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.06] Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.49] I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.92] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.38] Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.78] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.26] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.63] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.84] Anybody but myself\n[01:18.86] \n[01:21.94] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.57] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.25] I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n[01:39.79] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.98] Family ties, they accused my cousin\n[01:45.23] \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.36] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.90] Frozen moments, still holding on it\n[01:52.07] Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n[01:54.18] Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.51] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[02:00.17] He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.30] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.95] Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.34] Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.65] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.17] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.87] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:24.04] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n[02:27.68] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.87] I wish I was somebody\n[02:36.19] Anybody but myself\n[02:40.74] \n[02:44.33] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.83] Anybody but myself\n[02:55.99] \n[02:58.28] I was never high, I was never drunk\n[03:00.56] Never out my mind, I need control\n[03:02.72] They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.17] I did it sober, sitting with myself\n[03:07.32] I went through all emotions, no dependents\n[03:09.96] Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.80] Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.67] Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n[03:18.93] Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.36] Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: KENDRICK LAMAR\n  album: Mother I Sober\n  duration_ms: 407000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":17110973,"name":"Kendrick Lamar - Mother I Sober ft. 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.66] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.27] I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.77] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:36.03] Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n[03:39.30] I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n[03:42.93] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.30] Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n[03:50.72] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.13] Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.64] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.04] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.31] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.86] I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n[04:09.98] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.09] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.37] A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n[04:24.05] The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n[04:27.28] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.54] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.12] Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n[04:35.12] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.79] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.08] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.54] I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n[04:51.25] Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.74] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.10] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.77] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.31] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.68] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:11.94] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.58] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.81] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.72] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.21] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.16] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.56] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.05] Anybody but myself\n[05:56.91] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.07] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.42] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.39] Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n[06:20.33] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.32] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:36.17] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:44.99] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober (feat. 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 Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\n  I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\nNow I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\nBut Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\nAll those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\nA conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\nThe devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n\nI see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\nLearn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\nBlack families and a sodomy, today is still active\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n\nI hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay \"Thank you, dad\"\nThank you, daddy, thank you, mommy\nThank you, brother\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep, love me for me\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.52] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.39] One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.66] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.12] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.53] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:31.05] Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.40] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.62] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.04] I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.60] In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.04] Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.22] I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.77] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.31] Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.73] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.22] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.33] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.61] Anybody but myself\n[01:21.94] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.48] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.10] I remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\n[01:39.68] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.98] Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.35] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.74] Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n[01:53.19] I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.44] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[01:59.91] He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.39] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.95] Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.32] Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.72] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.24] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.68] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:23.94] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n[02:27.49] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.64] I wish I was somebody\n[02:35.94] Anybody but myself\n[02:44.09] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.79] Anybody but myself\n[02:58.05] I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n[03:01.74] I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.11] I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n[03:08.73] No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.96] Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.65] Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n[03:18.95] Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.30] Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.86] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.10] I said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.79] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:35.86] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.48] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.32] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.72] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.17] Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.76] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.14] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.56] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.81] I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n[04:10.26] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.98] All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.16] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.65] A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n[04:24.03] The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n[04:27.34] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.71] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.28] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.34] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.79] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.03] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.38] I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.81] So listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\n[04:51.26] Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.65] His anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\n[04:58.36] Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.72] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.26] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.63] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.03] I hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.44] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.80] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.30] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.81] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.02] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.23] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.59] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.08] Anybody but myself\n[05:56.97] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.35] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.40] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.33] Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy\n[06:12.45] Thank you, brother\n[06:20.56] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.39] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:36.28] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:44.81] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Kendrick Lamar Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Muzix 2.0\n  duration_ms: 406000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13520\n  end_ms: 17390\n- text: One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17390\n  end_ms: 20660\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20660\n  end_ms: 24120\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24120\n  end_ms: 27530\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27530\n  end_ms: 31050\n- text: Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 31050\n  end_ms: 34400\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34400\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 41040\n- text: I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41040\n  end_ms: 44600\n- text: In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44600\n  end_ms: 48040\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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 Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\n  I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n  I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n  Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\n  Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n  But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\n  A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n  The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n\n  I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n  Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n  Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":3155531,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers (Explicit version)","duration":407.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhyming, coping mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sitting with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.23] I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.68] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.36] Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.72] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.28] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.42] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.66] Anybody but myself\n[01:17.73] \n[01:21.80] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.57] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.13] I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n[01:39.76] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.96] Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.31] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.79] Frozen moments, still holding on it, hard to trust myself\n[01:52.93] I started rhyming, coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.42] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[01:59.87] He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.22] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.93] Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.34] Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.73] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.29] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.69] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:23.89] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes pain is taking over\n[02:27.36] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.86] I wish I was somebody\n[02:35.93] Anybody but myself\n[02:40.80] \n[02:43.94] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.54] Anybody but myself\n[02:58.02] I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n[03:01.77] I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.08] I did it sober sitting with myself, I went through all emotions\n[03:08.70] No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.84] Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.50] Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n[03:19.07] Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.46] Asking God \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.97] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.07] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.83] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:35.80] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.33] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.90] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.63] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.04] Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced, amplified\n[03:57.54] As I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.21] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.46] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.98] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.89] All those women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.07] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.46] A conversation, not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.99] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.45] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.82] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.23] Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n[04:35.28] Still living as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.67] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.14] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.36] I see 'em daily burying they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.85] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.34] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.70] His anger grows deep in misogyny, this is post-traumatic\n[04:58.46] Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.61] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.17] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.53] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mothers pain\n[05:12.18] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.41] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.94] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.32] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.81] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.06] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.16] Anybody but myself\n[05:39.64] \n[05:42.45] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.11] Anybody but myself\n[05:52.08] \n[05:57.07] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.42] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.59] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.33] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:11.44] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.27] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:31.42] \n[06:36.29] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:41.10] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers (Explicit version)\n  duration_ms: 407000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13500\n  end_ms: 17450\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17450\n  end_ms: 20640\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20640\n  end_ms: 23950\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 23950\n  end_ms: 27670\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27670\n  end_ms: 30970\n- text: Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30970\n  end_ms: 34340\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34340\n  end_ms: 37570\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37570\n  end_ms: 41070\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41070\n  end_ms: 44580\n- text: In the shadows clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44580\n  end_ms: 48030\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhyming, coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sitting with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\n  Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced, amplified\n  As I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  All those women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\n  A conversation, not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n  Still living as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying they pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny, this is post-traumatic\n  Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mothers pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":972387,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers","duration":407.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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end_ms: 236730\n- text: Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  start_ms: 236730\n  end_ms: 240190\n- text: I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  start_ms: 240190\n  end_ms: 243590\n- text: Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  start_ms: 243590\n  end_ms: 246990\n- text: I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  start_ms: 246990\n  end_ms: 250160\n- text: But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  start_ms: 250160\n  end_ms: 253760\n- text: All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  start_ms: 253760\n  end_ms: 257230\n- text: I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  start_ms: 257230\n  end_ms: 260440\n- text: A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  start_ms: 260440\n  end_ms: 263940\n- text: The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  start_ms: 263940\n  end_ms: 267420\n- text: They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  start_ms: 267420\n  end_ms: 269780\n- text: Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  start_ms: 269780\n  end_ms: 272290\n- text: Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n  start_ms: 272290\n  end_ms: 275400\n- text: Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  start_ms: 275400\n  end_ms: 278840\n- text: Every other brother has been compromised\n  start_ms: 278840\n  end_ms: 281000\n- text: I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  start_ms: 281000\n  end_ms: 284570\n- text: I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  start_ms: 284570\n  end_ms: 287860\n- text: So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  start_ms: 287860\n  end_ms: 291370\n- text: Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  start_ms: 291370\n  end_ms: 294670\n- text: His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  start_ms: 294670\n  end_ms: 297030\n- text: This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n  start_ms: 297030\n  end_ms: 301700\n- text: So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  start_ms: 301700\n  end_ms: 305130\n- text: So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  start_ms: 305130\n  end_ms: 308600\n- text: So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  start_ms: 308600\n  end_ms: 312020\n- text: I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  start_ms: 312020\n  end_ms: 315530\n- text: So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  start_ms: 315530\n  end_ms: 319040\n- text: So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  start_ms: 319040\n  end_ms: 322350\n- text: So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  start_ms: 322350\n  end_ms: 325910\n- text: As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n  start_ms: 325910\n  end_ms: 329160\n- text: I wish I was somebody\n  start_ms: 329160\n  end_ms: 334180\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 334180\n  end_ms: 342660\n- text: Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  start_ms: 342660\n  end_ms: 348090\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 348090\n  end_ms: 353930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 353930\n  end_ms: 356870\n- text: You did it, I'm proud of you\n  start_ms: 356870\n  end_ms: 363250\n- text: You broke a generational curse\n  start_ms: 363250\n  end_ms: 366480\n- text: Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  start_ms: 366480\n  end_ms: 368540\n- text: Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n  start_ms: 368540\n  end_ms: 375600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375600\n  end_ms: 380620\n- text: Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 380620\n  end_ms: 384220\n- text: Before I go in fast asleep\n  start_ms: 384220\n  end_ms: 389080\n- text: Love me for me\n  start_ms: 389080\n  end_ms: 392690\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 392690\n  end_ms: 396370\n- text: I bare my soul and now we're free\n  start_ms: 396370\n  end_ms: 400040\n- text: ''\n  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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":17757093,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers CD2","duration":406.569796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standin' on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\nI still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\nBut Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\nAll those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\nThe devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\nLearn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\nBlack families and a sodomy, today is still active\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay \"Thank you, dad\"\nThank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep, love me for me\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.55] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.36] One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.68] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.17] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.56] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:31.07] Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.47] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.62] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.01] I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.65] In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.04] Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.28] I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.75] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.39] Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.72] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.28] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.33] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.68] Anybody but myself\n[01:21.95] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.43] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.17] I remember lookin' in the mirror knowin' I was gifted\n[01:39.67] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.95] Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.36] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.76] Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n[01:53.15] I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.46] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[01:59.92] He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.39] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.93] Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.35] Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.74] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.28] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.64] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:23.92] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n[02:27.44] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.60] I wish I was somebody\n[02:35.98] Anybody but myself\n[02:44.07] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.72] Anybody but myself\n[02:58.03] I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n[03:01.72] I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.11] I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n[03:08.79] No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.91] Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.63] Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n[03:18.97] Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.35] Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.82] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:29.12] I said \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.78] Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n[03:35.89] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.40] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.93] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.36] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.76] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.19] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.72] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.18] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.58] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.86] I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n[04:10.23] But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.93] All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.14] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.67] A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n[04:24.05] The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n[04:27.39] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.23] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.36] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.70] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.07] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.38] I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.81] So listen close before you start to pass judgment on how he move\n[04:51.27] Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.60] His anger grows deep in misogyny this is post-traumatic\n[04:58.35] Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.75] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.25] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.68] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.07] I hope Hykeem made you proud 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.45] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:18.87] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.37] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.88] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.03] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.23] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.58] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.06] Anybody but myself\n[05:56.92] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.37] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.42] Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n[06:08.36] Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n[06:20.50] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.37] Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n[06:36.23] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:45.06] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers CD2\n  duration_ms: 406570\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13550\n  end_ms: 17360\n- text: One man standin' on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17360\n  end_ms: 20680\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20680\n  end_ms: 24170\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24170\n  end_ms: 27560\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27560\n  end_ms: 31070\n- text: Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 31070\n  end_ms: 34470\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34470\n  end_ms: 37620\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37620\n  end_ms: 41010\n- text: I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41010\n  end_ms: 44650\n- text: In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44650\n  end_ms: 48040\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStarin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\nI started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\nI need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\nNo dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\nWhitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAskin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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 Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  Pacify, broken pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\n  I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision\n  In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic\n  Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, prayin' to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember lookin' in the mirror, knowin' I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin, \"Did he touch you, Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said, \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holdin' on it, hard to trust myself\n  I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura, I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watchin', live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said, \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said, \"He got revenge for my mother's face\"\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is takin' over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk, never out my mind\n  I need control, they handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober sittin' with myself, I went through all emotions\n  No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleepin' with other women\n  Whitney's hurt, the purest soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Askin' God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said, \"No,\" but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain, know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said, \"She recommended some therapy\"\n  I asked my momma, why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"?\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n  Told me that, \"She feared it happened to me, for my protection\"\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n\n  Now I'm affected, 20 years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years of tour, chasin' manhood\n  But Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n  All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n\n  A conversation not bein' addressed in Black families\n  The devastation, hauntin' generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives we ain't recovered\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n\n  I see 'em daily buryin' they pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how he move\n  Learn how he cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say \"Thank you, dad\"\n  Thank you, daddy, thank you, mommy, thank you, brother\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep, love me for me\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":25036256,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers","duration":329.325714,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers\n  duration_ms: 329326\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\nBut Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\nAll these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not being addressed in black families\nThe devastation haunting generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\nLearn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny\nThis is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay, \"Thank you dad\"\nThank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep\nLove me for me\n\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.93] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.17] One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.55] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.02] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.62] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:30.98] Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.59] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.80] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.23] I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.66] In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.06] Where's my faith? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers [Vinyl]\n  duration_ms: 408714\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":21708220,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers","duration":333.609796,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\nBut Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\nAll these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not being addressed in black families\nThe devastation haunting generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\nLearn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny\nThis is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay, \"Thank you dad\"\nThank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep\nLove me for me\n\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.93] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.17] One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.55] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.02] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.62] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:30.98] Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.59] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.80] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.23] I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.66] In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.06] Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.49] I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.92] My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.38] Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.78] Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.26] Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.63] I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.84] Anybody but myself\n[01:18.86] \n[01:21.94] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.57] Anybody but myself\n[01:36.25] I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n[01:39.79] Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.98] Family ties, they accused my cousin\n[01:45.23] \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.36] Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.90] Frozen moments, still holding on it\n[01:52.07] Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n[01:54.18] Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.51] Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[02:00.17] He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.30] Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.95] Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.34] Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.65] \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.17] Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.87] Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:24.04] 'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n[02:27.68] Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.87] I wish I was somebody\n[02:36.19] Anybody but myself\n[02:40.74] \n[02:44.33] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.83] Anybody but myself\n[02:55.99] \n[02:58.28] I was never high, I was never drunk\n[03:00.56] Never out my mind, I need control\n[03:02.72] They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.17] I did it sober, sitting with myself\n[03:07.32] I went through all emotions, no dependents\n[03:09.96] Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.80] Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.67] Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n[03:18.93] Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.36] Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mix - LOVE.\n  duration_ms: 407000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers\n  duration_ms: 290000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\nBroke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\nI said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\nPure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\nGave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\nI asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\nI never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\nTold me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\nThough it never happened, she wouldn't agree\nNow I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\nAmplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\nI was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\nNothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\nI made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\nBut Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\nAll these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\nI pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\nA conversation not being addressed in black families\nThe devastation haunting generations and humanity\nThey raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\nThen they made us watch, then made us rape each other\nPsychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\nStill livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\nEvery other brother has been compromised\nI know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\nI see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\nSo listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\nLearn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\nHis anger grows deep in misogyny\nThis is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\nSo I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\nSo I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\nSo I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\nI hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\nSo I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\nSo I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\nSo I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\nAs I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nYou did it, I'm proud of you\nYou broke a generational curse\nSay, \"Thank you dad\"\nThank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\nMr. Morale\n\nBefore I go in fast asleep\nLove me for me\n\nI bare my soul and now we're free","syncedLyrics":"[00:13.93] I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n[00:17.17] One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n[00:20.55] Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n[00:24.02] Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n[00:27.62] Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n[00:30.98] Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n[00:34.59] Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n[00:37.80] I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n[00:41.23] I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n[00:44.66] In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n[00:48.06] Where's my faith? 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And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56] Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91] I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59] Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73] Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52] I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97] I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42] Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93] Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14] Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73] Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19] I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59] Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99] I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16] But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76] All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23] I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44] A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94] The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42] They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78] Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29] Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40] Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84] Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00] I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57] I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86] So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37] Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67] His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03] This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70] So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13] So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60] So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02] I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53] So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04] So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35] So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91] As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16] I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18] Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66] Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09] Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93] \n[05:56.87] You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25] You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48] Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54] Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60] \n[06:20.62] Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22] Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08] Love me for me\n[06:32.69] \n[06:36.37] I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers\n  duration_ms: 406000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":27056934,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers (Deluxe)","duration":406.528083,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":37703465,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale","duration":406.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\nI transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\nMy mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\nStaring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\nLoved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\nTransformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\nOnly child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\nFamily ties, they accused my cousin\n\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\nNever lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\nFrozen moments, still holding on it\nHard to trust myself, I started rhyming\nCoping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\nTalked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\nHe has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\nCongratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\nWater watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\nSpirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\nMother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\nBlack and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\nBlame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\nI wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nOoh, I wish I was somebody\nAnybody but myself\n\nI was never high, I was never drunk\nNever out my mind, I need control\nThey handed me some smoke, but still I declined\nI did it sober, sitting with myself\nI went through all emotions, no dependents\nExcept for the one, let me bring you closer\nIntoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\nInsecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\nWhitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\nAsking God, \"Where did I lose myself? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n[00:51.49]I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n[00:54.92]My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n[00:58.38]Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n[01:01.78]Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n[01:05.26]Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n[01:08.63]I wish I was somebody\n[01:13.84]Anybody but myself\n[01:18.86]\n[01:21.94]Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[01:27.57]Anybody but myself\n[01:36.25]I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n[01:39.79]Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n[01:42.98]Family ties, they accused my cousin\n[01:45.23]\"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n[01:46.36]Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n[01:49.90]Frozen moments, still holding on it\n[01:52.07]Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n[01:54.18]Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n[01:56.51]Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n[02:00.17]He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n[02:03.30]Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n[02:06.95]Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n[02:10.34]Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n[02:13.65]\"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n[02:17.17]Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n[02:20.87]Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n[02:24.04]'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n[02:27.68]Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n[02:30.87]I wish I was somebody\n[02:36.19]Anybody but myself\n[02:40.74]\n[02:44.33]Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[02:49.83]Anybody but myself\n[02:55.99]\n[02:58.28]I was never high, I was never drunk\n[03:00.56]Never out my mind, I need control\n[03:02.72]They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n[03:05.17]I did it sober, sitting with myself\n[03:07.32]I went through all emotions, no dependents\n[03:09.96]Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n[03:11.80]Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n[03:15.67]Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n[03:18.93]Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n[03:22.36]Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n[03:25.56]Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n[03:28.91]I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n[03:32.59]Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n[03:35.73]Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n[03:39.52]I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n[03:42.97]I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n[03:47.42]Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n[03:50.93]Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n[03:53.14]Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n[03:56.73]Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n[04:00.19]I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n[04:03.59]Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n[04:06.99]I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n[04:10.16]But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n[04:13.76]All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n[04:17.23]I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n[04:20.44]A conversation not being addressed in black families\n[04:23.94]The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n[04:27.42]They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n[04:29.78]Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n[04:32.29]Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n[04:35.40]Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n[04:38.84]Every other brother has been compromised\n[04:41.00]I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n[04:44.57]I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n[04:47.86]So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n[04:51.37]Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n[04:54.67]His anger grows deep in misogyny\n[04:57.03]This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n[05:01.70]So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n[05:05.13]So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n[05:08.60]So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n[05:12.02]I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n[05:15.53]So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n[05:19.04]So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n[05:22.35]So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n[05:25.91]As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n[05:29.16]I wish I was somebody\n[05:34.18]Anybody but myself\n[05:42.66]Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n[05:48.09]Anybody but myself\n[05:53.93]\n[05:56.87]You did it, I'm proud of you\n[06:03.25]You broke a generational curse\n[06:06.48]Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n[06:08.54]Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n[06:15.60]\n[06:20.62]Mr. Morale\n[06:24.22]Before I go in fast asleep\n[06:29.08]Love me for me\n[06:32.69]\n[06:36.37]I bare my soul and now we're free\n[06:40.04]","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mother I Sober\n  artist: Kendrick Lamar\n  album: Mr. Morale\n  duration_ms: 406000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  start_ms: 13930\n  end_ms: 17170\n- text: One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  start_ms: 17170\n  end_ms: 20550\n- text: Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  start_ms: 20550\n  end_ms: 24020\n- text: Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  start_ms: 24020\n  end_ms: 27620\n- text: Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  start_ms: 27620\n  end_ms: 30980\n- text: Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  start_ms: 30980\n  end_ms: 34590\n- text: Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  start_ms: 34590\n  end_ms: 37800\n- text: I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n  start_ms: 37800\n  end_ms: 41230\n- text: I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  start_ms: 41230\n  end_ms: 44660\n- text: In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  start_ms: 44660\n  end_ms: 48060\n- text: Where's my faith? 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Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"},{"id":38543654,"name":"Mother I Sober","trackName":"Mother I Sober","artistName":"Kendrick Lamar","albumName":"Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers (clean)","duration":406.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\nOne man standing on two words, heal everybody\nTransformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\nHeal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\nDeath threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\nPacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\nMother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\nI heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\nI still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\nIn the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\nWhere's my faith? 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329160\n  end_ms: 334180\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 334180\n  end_ms: 342660\n- text: Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  start_ms: 342660\n  end_ms: 348090\n- text: Anybody but myself\n  start_ms: 348090\n  end_ms: 353930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 353930\n  end_ms: 356870\n- text: You did it, I'm proud of you\n  start_ms: 356870\n  end_ms: 363250\n- text: You broke a generational curse\n  start_ms: 363250\n  end_ms: 366480\n- text: Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  start_ms: 366480\n  end_ms: 368540\n- text: Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n  start_ms: 368540\n  end_ms: 375600\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375600\n  end_ms: 380620\n- text: Mr. Morale\n  start_ms: 380620\n  end_ms: 384220\n- text: Before I go in fast asleep\n  start_ms: 384220\n  end_ms: 389080\n- text: Love me for me\n  start_ms: 389080\n  end_ms: 392690\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 392690\n  end_ms: 396370\n- text: I bare my soul and now we're free\n  start_ms: 396370\n  end_ms: 400040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 400040\nplain: |-\n  I'm sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody\n  One man standing on two words, heal everybody\n  Transformation, then reciprocation, karma must return\n  Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words\n  Death threats, ego must die, but I let it purge\n  Pacify broken, pieces of me, it was all a blur\n  Mother cried, put they hands on her, it was family ties\n  I heard it all, I should've grabbed a gun, but I was only five\n\n  I still feel it weighing on my heart, my first tough decision\n  In the shadows, clinging to my soul as my only critic\n  Where's my faith? Told you I was Christian, but just not today\n  I transformed, praying to the trees, God is taking shape\n  My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife\n  Staring at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night\n  Loved her dearly, traded in my tears for a Range Rover\n  Transformation, you ain't felt grief 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I remember looking in the mirror knowing I was gifted\n  Only child, me for seven years, everything for Christmas\n  Family ties, they accused my cousin\n  \"Did he touch you Kendrick?\"\n  Never lied, but no one believed me when I said \"He didn't\"\n  Frozen moments, still holding on it\n  Hard to trust myself, I started rhyming\n  Coping mechanisms to lift up myself\n\n  Talked to my lawyer, told me not to be so hard on myself\n  He has an aura I hope to achieve, if I find some help\n  Congratulations, made it to be famous, still I feel uneasy\n  Water watching, live my life in nature, only thing relieves me\n  Spirit guide whisper in my ear tell me that she sees me\n  \"Did he touch you?\" I said \"No\" again, still they didn't believe me\n  Mother's brother said he got revenge for my mother's face\n  Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase\n  'Til this day can't look her in the eyes, pain is taking over\n  Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  I was never high, I was never drunk\n  Never out my mind, I need control\n  They handed me some smoke, but still I declined\n  I did it sober, sitting with myself\n  I went through all emotions, no dependents\n  Except for the one, let me bring you closer\n  Intoxicated, here's a lustful nature that I failed to mention\n  Insecurities that I project, sleeping with other women\n\n  Whitney's hurt, the pure soul I know, I found her in the kitchen\n  Asking God, \"Where did I lose myself? And can it be forgiven?\"\n  Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes \"Is there an addiction?\"\n  I said \"No\", but this time I lied, I knew that I can't fix it\n  Pure soul, even in her pain know she cared for me\n  Gave me a number, said she recommended some therapy\n  I asked my momma why she didn't believe me when I told her \"No\"\n  I never knew she was violated in Chicago, I'm sympathetic\n\n  Told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection\n  Though it never happened, she wouldn't agree\n  Now I'm affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced\n  Amplified as I write this song, I shiver 'cause I'm nervous\n  I was five, questioning myself, 'lone for many years\n  Nothing's wrong, just results on how them questions made me feel\n  I made it home, seven years on tour, chasing manhood\n  But Whitney's gone by time you hear this song, she did all she could\n\n  All these women gave me super powers, what I thought I lacked\n  I pray our children don't inherit me and feelings I attract\n  A conversation not being addressed in black families\n  The devastation haunting generations and humanity\n  They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters\n  Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other\n  Psychotic torture between our lives, we ain't recovered\n\n  Still livin' as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance\n  Every other brother has been compromised\n  I know the secrets, every other rapper sexually abused\n  I see 'em daily burying the pain in chains and tattoos\n  So listen close before you start to pass judgement on how we move\n  Learn how we cope, whenever his uncle had to walk him from school\n  His anger grows deep in misogyny\n  This is post-traumatic Black families and a sodomy, today is still active\n\n  So I set free myself from all the guilt that I thought I made\n  So I set free my mother all the hurt that she titled shame\n  So I set free my cousin, chaotic for my mother's pain\n  I hope Hykeem made you proud, 'cause you ain't die in vain\n  So I set free the power of Whitney, may she heal us all\n  So I set free our children, may good karma keep them with God\n  So I set free the hearts filled with hatred, keep our bodies sacred\n  As I set free all you abusers, this is transformation\n\n  I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n  Ooh, I wish I was somebody\n  Anybody but myself\n\n  You did it, I'm proud of you\n  You broke a generational curse\n  Say, \"Thank you dad\"\n  Thank you daddy, thank you mommy, thank you brother\n\n  Mr. Morale\n\n  Before I go in fast asleep\n  Love me for me\n\n  I bare my soul and now we're free\n"}]