same love

hip-hop'ta çığır açtığını düşündüğüm eserdir.

küçükken,ilkokul birdeyken falan gangster rap dinlerdim ben,şarkı sözleriyle pek ilgilenemedim ama kliplerden hatırladığım,hep yarı çıplak dansçı kızların olduğuydu.bütün 'rapçiler' kocaman götlerini sergileyen kadınlardan hoşlanırdı.tropic thunder'daki hetero pozu kesen ama aslında gay olan rapçiye bu kadar gülmemin sebebi belki de buydu,çünkü hepsi öyle komik rol kesiyordu ki.

''heeey bakın ben adamınız,mahalleden fifti! gıcır gıcır arabalarım,kadınların eksik olmadığı lüks bir villam var,tanrım ne kadar maçoyum'' hadi ya.

macklemore'un gay olmadığını biliyorum ama en azından meselenin farkında.onu dinleyen kitlenin sadece kadınlara tav olmadığının farkında.ve insanların bu tarz rapçilerden bıktığının da.

zaten bu adamı ünlü yapan ''cebimde bir yirmilikle ikinci el güzel bir şeyler arıyorum'' tarzı şeyler söylediği thrift shop değil miydi? bugüne kadar hangi rapçi böyle bir şeye kalkıştı,güzelim mal varlıklarını göstermek varken?

bazı şeyler eskidi amerikan rap'inde ve macklemore bunun farkında,ününü de buna borçlu.şu an bu şarkı nasıl karşılanmıştır bilmiyorum ama ileride yeni nesil amerikan rap'inin olarak adlandırılabilir bu içten şarkı.

şahane bir hikayeye sahip macklemore & ryan lewis şarkısı. mary lambert'in aralardaki sesi içini okşuyor insanın.

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When I was in the third grade I thought I was gay
‘Cause I could draw, an’ my uncle was, and I kept my room straight
I told my mom tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k shrimp”
Yea I guess she had a point didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.
I remember doing the math like, “yea I’m good at little league”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex
Had the characteristics
The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion
Man made rewiring of a predisposition
Playing god, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And god loves all his children, is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
I’m acting strange
Even if I try
Even if I wanted to
My love, My love, My love
She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
Have you read the YouTube comments lately
“Man, that’s gay” get dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em
Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
A gay is synonymous with the lesser
It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself
When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned
When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom till we’re equal, damn right I support it

And press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn the back on the cause
Till the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking ‘round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all
But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever god we believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time we raised up

Love is patient
Love is kind
I‘m not crying on Sundays
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