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| subject : | [Talib Kweli]Where Do We Go |
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[Chorus: Res - repeat 2X] Where do we go? What do we say? What do we do? ¾îµð·Î °¡Áö? ¹¹¶ó°í ÇÏÁö? ¹«¾ùÀ» ÇÏÁö? Nowhere to turn, nowhere to run and there's nothin new µ¹¾Æ¼³ °÷Àº ¾ø¾î, µµ¸ÁÄ¥ °÷Àº ¾ø°í »õ·Î¿î °Íµµ ¾ø¾î Where do we go for inspiration? ¿µ°¨À» ¾ò°í ½Í´Ù¸é ¾îµð·Î °¡¸é ÁÁÁö? It's like pain is our only inspiration °íÅ븸ÀÌ ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¿µ°¨ÀÎ °Å °°¾Æ [Talib Kweli] Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls ±×·¡, ³» ´«¿¡´Â ¾î¸° ¼Ò³â°ú ¼Ò³à°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl ÁøÁÖ¶õ °É ¸ð¸¥ ä ¹Ù´Ù¸¦ ¶°´Ù´Ï´Â Á¶°³µéÀÎ °÷ÀÌ º¸¿© No one to hold 'em while they growin ±×µéÀÌ ¼ºÀåÇÏ´Â µ¿¾È ÀâÀ» »ç¶÷Àº ¾ø¾î They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world ¼ø°£ ¼ø°£À» ³ª¸ÓÁö ¼¼»ó¿¡ ´ëÇÑ °ÆÁ¤ ¾øÀÌ »ì¾Æ°¡ Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is ÀÚ, ³ª´Â ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾øÀÌ º¸ÀÌ´Â ´ë·Î ¸»ÇØ And I may say some things that you don't like to hear °¡²ûÀº ³×°¡ µè±â ½È¾îÇÏ´Â °É ¸»ÇÒÁöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö I know this: that people lie, people kneel ÀÌ°Ç ¾Ë¾Æ: ±× »ç¶÷µéÀº °ÅÁþ¸»ÇØ, ¹«¸À» ²Ý¾î People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears Á×¾î, Ä¡À¯ÇØ, ÈÉÃÄ, ±×¸®°í ´«¹°À» Èê·Á What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise ¹«¾ùÀÌ ÁøÂ¥ÀÎÁö, Çǰ¡ Èê·ÁÁö°í, ÃÑ¿¡ »ç¶÷ÀÌ Á×°í, ÇØ´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ - ¶° Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time ³» À§·Î, ³¯ ¹Ï¾î, ¾Æ¸¶ ¹ú½á, ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ - µÆ³ªºÁ Wake up, the stakes up ÀϾ, ÆÇµ·ÀÌ °É·È´Ù Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew ¸ðµÎ ÇÑ Á¶°¢¾¿ ¿øÇØ, Å©·ç¿Í Çì¾îÁú ¼öµµ ÀÖ°ÚÁö But when the karma come back for what you do ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿î¸íÀÌ ³×°¡ ÇÑ ÀÏÀÇ ²¿¸®¸¦ Àâ°í ´Ù½Ã µ¤Ä¡¸é It's too late to make up - some excuse Çΰ踦 Áö¾î³»±â¿£ - ³Ê¹« ´Ê¾î¹ö¸° ÀÏ [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] I come from people who stronger than time and space ³ ½Ã°£°ú °ø°£º¸´Ù ´õ °ÇÑ »ç¶÷µé »çÀÌ¿¡¼ ž¾î Wherever there's competition you gonna find the race °æÀïÀÌ ÀÖ´Â °÷À̶ó¸é ¾îµðµç ·¹À̽º°¡ ÀϾ I find a place in my heart for this hip-hop ³» ½ÉÀå ¼Ó¿¡´Â ÈüÇÕÀÌ ÀÖÀ» ºóÀÚ¸®°¡ ÀÖ°í And pump blood through my vein my skin get hot ÇÍÁÙ·Î °è¼Ó ÇǸ¦ »Õ¾î³», ÇǺΰ¡ ¶ß°Å¿öÁ® I take you very serious and make you write more ³ ³Î ½É°¢ÇÏ°Ô ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀÌ°í ´õ ¸¹Àº °É ¾²°Ô ÇØ If I don't celebrate I got nothing to fight for ¸¸¾à ÃàÇÏÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù¸é ½Î¿ï ¸ñÀûÀº Çϳªµµ ¾ø´Â°Í I'm tight raw, excite y'all like nightfall ³ ¸ÚÁö°í °ÅÄ¥¾î, ÆøÆ÷ó·³ ³Ê³Ú ÈïºÐ½ÃÄÑ I'm tight y'all, I walk the street like y'all ³ ¸ÚÁ®, ³Ê³×µéó·³ °Å¸®¸¦ °É¾î About action, talk is cheap, right y'all? ÇൿÀÌ ¸ÕÀú, ¾ê±â´Â ¾µ¸ð¾øÁö, ¾È ±×·¡? You start yappin' think about the beef you might cause ³Í ¼ö´Ù¸¦ ¶³¸é¼ ÀÌ·¯´Ù »ý±æ ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ½Î¿òÀ̳ª The trouble you could get into ÈÖ¸»¸± ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ¹®Á¦¸¦ »ý°¢ÇÏÁö You don't study, you not prepared and cats is testin you °øºÎ¸¦ ÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â ³ð, ÁغñµÇÁö ¾ÊÀº ³ð, ¸ðµÎ ³Î ½ÃÇèÇØ What you gonna do when you gotta face ³×°¡ ºó°ø°£¿¡ ¹ñ¾î³½ ´Ü¾îµéÀÌ The manifestation of the words that you put in space Çö½ÇÀÌ µÈ °É ¸ÂÀÌÇÏ°Ô µÈ´Ù¸é, ¾î¶»°Ô ÇÒ°Å¾ß They already there you cant take 'em out ±×µéÀº ÀÌ¹Ì ±×°÷¿¡ ÀÖ¾î, ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾øÁö The studio gangsta inside you tryin' to break out ³× ¾È¿¡ ÀÖ´Â ½ºÆ©µð¿À °»½ºÅͰ¡ ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª¿À·Á ¾Ö¸¦ ½á [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Yea, I see a place where little boys and girls ±×·¡, ³» ´«¿¡´Â ¾î¸° ¼Ò³â°ú ¼Ò³à°¡ ÀÚ½ÅÀÌ Are shells in the oceans not knowin they a pearl ÁøÁÖ¶õ °É ¸ð¸¥ ä ¹Ù´Ù¸¦ ¶°´Ù´Ï´Â Á¶°³µéÀÎ °÷ÀÌ º¸¿© No one to hold 'em while they growin ±×µéÀÌ ¼ºÀåÇÏ´Â µ¿¾È ÀâÀ» »ç¶÷Àº ¾ø¾î They livin' moment to moment without a care in the whole world ¼ø°£ ¼ø°£À» ³ª¸ÓÁö ¼¼»ó¿¡ ´ëÇÑ °ÆÁ¤ ¾øÀÌ »ì¾Æ°¡ Now, if I could help it I tell it just like it is ÀÚ, ³ª´Â ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾øÀÌ º¸ÀÌ´Â ´ë·Î ¸»ÇØ And I may say some things that you don't like to hear °¡²ûÀº ³×°¡ µè±â ½È¾îÇÏ´Â °É ¸»ÇÒÁöµµ ¸ð¸£Áö I know this: that people lie, people kneel ÀÌ°Ç ¾Ë¾Æ: ±× »ç¶÷µéÀº °ÅÁþ¸»ÇØ, ¹«¸À» ²Ý¾î People die, people heal, people steal, and people shed tears Á×¾î, Ä¡À¯ÇØ, ÈÉÃÄ, ±×¸®°í ´«¹°À» Èê·Á What's real, blood spills, gun kill, the sun still - rise ¹«¾ùÀÌ ÁøÂ¥ÀÎÁö, Çǰ¡ Èê·ÁÁö°í, ÃÑ¿¡ »ç¶÷ÀÌ Á×°í, ÇØ´Â ¿©ÀüÈ÷ - ¶° Above me, trust me, it must be, morning - time ³» À§·Î, ³¯ ¹Ï¾î, ¾Æ¸¶ ¹ú½á, ¾ÆÄ§ÀÌ - µÆ³ªºÁ Wake up, the stakes up ÀϾ, ÆÇµ·ÀÌ °É·È´Ù Everybody want the cake up, to break up with the crew ¸ðµÎ ÇÑ Á¶°¢¾¿ ¿øÇØ, Å©·ç¿Í Çì¾îÁú ¼öµµ ÀÖ°ÚÁö But when the karma come back for what you do ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿î¸íÀÌ ³×°¡ ÇÑ ÀÏÀÇ ²¿¸®¸¦ Àâ°í ´Ù½Ã µ¤Ä¡¸é It's too late to make up - some excuse Çΰ踦 Áö¾î³»±â¿£ - ³Ê¹« ´Ê¾î¹ö¸° ÀÏ |
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