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| subject : | [Talib Kweli & Hi-Tek]For Women |
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[Talib Kweli] (Spoken) Yea, so we got this tune called "For Women" right ±×·¡, ¿©±â "For Women"À̶õ ³ë·¡¸¦ °®°í ³ª¿Ô¾î Originally, it was by Nina Simone ¿ø·¡´Â, Nina SimoneÀÇ ³ë·¡¿´Áö She said it was inspired by, you know ±×³à°¡ ¸»Çϱæ ÀÌ ³ë·¡ÀÇ ¿µ°¨Àº, ¾Ë´Ù½ÃÇÇ Down south. In the south, they used to call her Mother Antie ³²ºÎ¿´´ë. ³²ºÎ¿¡¼, »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×³à¸¦ "Mother Antie"¶ó ºÒ·¶´Ù°í ÇØ She said No Mrs. Mrs. °°Àº °Å ºÙÀÌÁö ¾Ê°í Just Antie ±×³É Antie She said if anybody ever called her Antie ¸¸¾à ±×³à¸¦ Antie¶ó ºÎ¸£´Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù¸é she'd burn the whole goddamn place down ±× »ç¶÷ ÁýÀ» ¿ÏÀü Å¿ö¹ö¸±°Å¶ó°í ±×·¨´Ù°í ÇØ I'm over past that ±×·± ÀÏÀº Áö³ª°¬°í Coming into the new millenium, we can't forget our elders ÀÌÁ¦ »õõ³â, ¿ì¸®º¸´Ù ¸ÕÀú ¼¼»óÀ» »ê À̵éÀ» ÀØÀ» ¼ö ¾øÁö [Talib Kweli] I got off the 2 train in Brooklyn on my way to a session Áö±Ý ¼¼¼ÇÀ» ¹ÞÀ¸·¯ Brooklyn¿¡ µµÂøÇÑ ±âÂ÷¿¡¼ ³»·È¾î Said let me help this woman up the stairs before I get to steppin' ¸· °¡±â Àü¿¡ ¸¶Ä§ º¸ÀÎ ÇÒ¸Ó´Ï ÇÑ ¸íÀ», °è´Ü ¿À¸£´Â °É µµ¿ÍÁÖ±â·Î ÇßÁö We got in a conversation she said she a 107 ±×·¯´Ù ¾ê±â°¡ ½ÃÀ۵Ǿú´Âµ¥, 107¼¼½Ã·¡ Just her presence was a blessing and her essence was a lesson ±×³à°¡ »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â °Ç ÃູÀ̰í, ±×³à¸¦ ÀÌ·é °Ç ¸ðµç °¡¸£Ä§µéÀ̾ú´ë She had her head wrapped ¸Ó¸®¸¦ º£ÀÏ·Î µÑ·¯½Ñ ä And long dreads that peeked out the back µÚÂÊÀ¸·Î´Â µå·¹µå ¸Ó¸®°¡ ±æ°Ô ºüÁ®³ª¿ÍÀÖÁö Like antenna to help her get a sense of where she was at, imagine that ¸¶Ä¡ ±×³à°¡ ¾îµð ÀÖ´ÂÁö ¾Ë¾Æ³»±â À§ÇÑ ¾ÈÅ׳ª, »ó»óÇØºÁ Livin' a century, the strenght of her memories ÇÑ ¼¼±â¸¦ ¹öÅß¿Â, ±×³àÀÇ ±â¾ïÀÇ ÈûÀ» Felt like an angel had been sent to me ¸¶Ä¡ õ»ç°¡ ³»°Ô·Î ³»·Á¿Â °Å °°¾ÒÁö She lived from nigger to colored to negro to black ±×³à´Â "°ËµÕÀÌ"¿¡¼ "À¯»öÀÎÁ¾"¿¡¼ "ÈæÀÎ"À¸·Î To afro then african-american and right back to nigger "¾ÆÇÁ·Î"¿¡¼ "¾ÆÇÁ¸®Ä«ÀÎ"À¸·Î, ±×·¯´Ù "nigger"¸¦ °ÅÃÆÁö You figure she'd be bitter in the twilight ¾Æ¸¶ ¸ðÁø ¼º°ÝÀ̶ó »ý°¢ÀÌ µé°ÚÁö¸¸ But she alright, cuz she done seen the circle of life yo ±¦Âú¾Æ, »îÀÇ ¼øÈ¯À» º¸½Å ºÐÀ̰ŵç Her skin was black like it was packed with melanin ±×³àÀÇ ÇǺδ ¸¶Ä¡ ¸á¶ó´ÑÀ¸·Î ½Ñ µí °Ë¾úÁö Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman ³ë¿¹ Á¦µµ°¡ ÀÖ´ø ½ÃÀý, ±×³à´Â Harriet Tubmanó·³ ¹Ù»Ú°Ô »ì¾Æ Her arms are long and she moves like song ±×³àÀÇ ÆÈÀº ±æ°í, ¿òÁ÷ÀÓÀº ³ë·¡ °°¾Ò¾î Feet with corns, hand with callouses Ƽ´« ¹ÚÈù ¹ß, ¸ø ¹ÚÈù ¼Õ But her heart is warm and her hair is wooly ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³àÀÇ ½ÉÀåÀº µû¶æÇß°í ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀº ¾çÅÐ °°¾Æ And it attract a lot of energy even negative ±×°Ç ¸¹Àº ¿¡³ÊÁö¸¦ ²ø¾îµé¿´Áö, ºÎÁ¤ÀûÀÎ °Í±îÁö She gotta dead that the head wrap is her remedy ±×³àÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ½Ñ º£ÀÏÀº ±×³àÀÇ Ä¡·áÁ¦ Her back is strong and she far from a vagabond °ÇÑ µî, ¹æ¶ûÀÚ¿Í´Â °Å¸®°¡ ¸Ö¾î This is the back of the masters' whip used to crack upon À̰ÍÀº ÁÖÀÎÀÇ Ã¤ÂïÀÌ ³»·ÁÃÄÁö°ï Çß´ø µî Strong enough to take all the pain, that's been ¸ðµç °íÅëÀ» À̰ܳ¾ ¼ö ÀÖÀ» Á¤µµ·Î °Çß´ø°ÅÁö Inflicted again and again and again and again and flipped °è¼Ó °è¼Ó °è¼Ó °è¼Ó °è¼Ó °íÅëÀ» ´çÇßÁö¸¸, ±× ¸ðµç °ÍµéÀ» It to the love for her children nothing else matters ÀÚ±â Àڽĵ鿡 ´ëÇÑ »ç¶ûÀ¸·Î ¹Ù²Ù¾ú¾î, ´Ù¸¥ °Ç »ó°ü ¾ø¾î What do they call her? They call her aunt Sara. ±×³àÀÇ À̸§ÀÌ ¹¹³Ä°í? Sara ¾ÆÁָӴ϶ó°í ºÎ¸£´õ±º Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) I know a girl with a name as beautiful as the rain ³»°¡ ¾Æ´Â ºñó·³ ¾Æ¸§´Ù¿î À̸§À» °¡Áø ¼Ò³à°¡ ÀÖ¾î Her face is the same but she suffers an unusual pain ±×³àÀÇ ¾ó±¼Àº ¶È°°Áö¸¸ °íÅëÀº ´Ù¸¥ À̵é°ú ´Ù¸£Áö Seems she only deals with losers who be usin' them games ±×³à°¡ ¸¸³ »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×³à¸¦ ÀÌ¿ëÇÏ´Â ¸ÓÀú¸®µé»Ó Chasin' the real brothers away like she confused in the brain ¸¶Ä¡ È¥¶õÀ» °Þ´Â °Íó·³ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á Áø½ÇÇÑ À̵éÀº ³»ÃÄ She tried to get it where she fit in ±×³à´Â ¾Æ¸Þ¸®Ä µå¸²¿¡ on that American Dream mission paid tuition ÀÚ±â ÀÚ¸®¸¦ Â÷ÁöÇÏ·Á°í, ¼ö¾÷·á¸¦ ³»Áö For the receipt to find out her history was missing and started flippin ±× ¿µ¼öÁõÀ» ºÁµµ ±×³àÀÇ ¿ª»ç´Â ¾ø°í, ±×³à´Â °è¼Ó ¾ù³ª°¡ Seeing the world through very different eyes ¼¼»óÀ» ¾ÆÁÖ ´Ù¸¥ ´«À¸·Î º¸°Ô µÇ¾úÁö People askin' her what she'll do when it comes time to chose sides »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×³à º¸°í ÆíÀ» ÅÃÇÒ ¶§°¡ ¿À¸é ¾î¶»°Ô ÇҰųİí ÇÏÁö Yo, her skin is yellow, it's like her face is blond word is bond Yo, ±×³àÀÇ ÇǺδ Ȳ»ö, ¸¶Ä¡ ¾ó±¼ÀÌ ±Ý¹ßÀÎ °Íó·³ And her hair is long and straight just like sleeping beauty ±×³àÀÇ ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀº ±ä ½ºÆ®·¹ÀÌÆ®, ¸¶Ä¡ ÀáÀÚ´Â ¹Ì³à °°Áö See, she truly feels like she belong in 2 worlds ±×·¡, ±×³à´Â ¸¶Ä¡ µÎ ¼¼»ó¿¡ ¼ÓÇØÀÖ´Â µíÇØ And that she can't relate to other girls ±×·¡¼ ´Ù¸¥ ¿©ÀÚµé°ú °ø°¨À» ¸ø ÇØ Her father was rich and white still livin' with his wife ±×³àÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁö´Â ºÎÀÚ ¹éÀÎÀ¸·Î ¿©ÀüÈ÷ Àڱ⠾Ƴ»¿Í »ìÁö But he forced himself on her mother late one night ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¾î´À³¯¿£°¡ ±×³àÀÇ ¾ö¸¶¸¦ ÈûÀ¸·Î ´©¸¥°Å¾ß They call it rape that's right and now she take flight »ç¶÷µéÀº °°£À̶ó°í ±×°É Çß¾î, ÀÌÁ¦ ±×³à´Â Through life with hate and spite inside her mind Áõ¿À¿Í ¿øÇÑÀ» ¸¾ ¼Ó¿¡ ǰ°í »îÀ» »ì¾Æ°¡ That keep her up to the break of light a lot of times ±×°Ç ¿©·¯¹ø ºûÀÌ ¶°¿À¸¦ ¶§±îÁö ±×³à¸¦ ÁöÄÑÁØ °Í (I gotta find myself) (3X) (³» ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ã¾Æ¾ßÇØ) She had to remind herself ÀÚ½ÅÀ» °è¼Ó Àϱú¿ö They called her Safronia the unwanted seed »ç¶÷µéÀº ±×³à¸¦ Safronia¶ó ºÒ·¯, "¿øÄ¡ ¾ÊÀº ÀÚ½Ä" Blood still blue in her vein and still red when she bleeds ÇÍÁÙÀº ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ÆÄ¶õ»öÀ̰í Èê·¯³ª¿À´Â ÇÇ´Â »¡°£»öÀε¥ (Don't, don't, don't hurt me again) (8X) (´Ù½Å, ´Ù½Å, ´Ù½Å ³¯ ¾ÆÇÁ°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¶) [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) Teenage lovers sit on the stoops up in Harlem ÇÒ·½ °Å¸® Çö°ü ÀÔ±¸¿¡ ¾É¾ÆÀÖ´Â 10´ë ¿¬ÀÎ Holdin' hands under the Apollo marquee dreamin of stardom Apollo õ¸· ¾Æ·¡ ¼ÕÀ» Àâ°í, ½ºÅ¸´ýÀ» ²Þ²ÙÁö Since they was born the streets is watchin' and schemin' ±×µéÀÌ Å¾À» ¶§ºÎÅÍ °Å¸®´Â ÁöÄѺ¸°í À½¸ð¸¦ Â¥°í And now it got them generations facin' deseases ÀÌÁ¦ ¿Â°® Áúº´°ú ´ë¸éÇÑ ¼¼´ë°¡ »ý°Ü³µ¾î That don't kill you they just got problems ±×°Ç ³Î Á×ÀÌÁø ¾ÊÁö¸¸, ±×³É ¹®Á¦°¡ »ý±âÁö and complications that get you first ÇÕº´ÁõÀÌ ¸ÕÀú ³Î Á׿© Yo, it's getting worse, when children hide the fact that they pregnant Yo, ¾Çȵǰí ÀÖ¾î, ÀÓ½ÅÇß´Ù´Â »ç½ÇÀ» ¼û±â´Â ¾ÆÀ̵é Cuz they scared of giving birth ¾ÆÀ̸¦ ³º±â°¡ µÎ·Á¿î°Å¾ß How will I feed this baby? ¾î¶»°Ô ÀÌ ¾Æ±â¸¦ ¸Ô¿© »ì¸®Áö? How will I survive, how will this baby shine? ¾î¶»°Ô »ì¾Æ³²Áö, ÀÌ ¾ÆÀÌ´Â ¾î¶»°Ô ºûÀ» ³¾Áö? Daddy dead from crack in '85, mommy dead from AIDS in '89 ¾Æºü´Â ÄÚÄ«ÀÎÀ» ÇÏ´Ù 85¿¡ »ç¸Á, ¾ö¸¶´Â ¿¡ÀÌÁî·Î 89³â¿¡ »ç¸Á At 14 the baby hit the same streets they became her master 14»ì ¶§ ¾ÆÀÌ´Â ¶È°°Àº °Å¸®·Î ³ª¼, ±×µéÀº ±×³àÀÇ ÁÖÀÎÀÌ µÅ The children of the enslaved, they grow a little faster ³ë¿¹ÀÇ ¾ÆÀ̵é, ±×µéÀº ¾à°£ ´õ ºü¸£°Ô ¼ºÀåÇØ They bodies become adult ¸öÀº ¾î¸¥ÀÌ µÆÁö While they keepin' the thoughts of a child her arrival ±×µéÀÌ »ý°¢À» ¾ÆÀÌ ¼öÁØÀ¸·Î ¿ÁÁË´Â µ¿¾È, Into womanhood was heemed up by her survival ±×³à´Â »ýÁ¸¿¡ ÀÇÇØ¼ ¿©ÀÚ°¡ µÇ¾ú¾î Now she 25, barely grown out her own ÀÌÁ¦ ±×³à´Â 25, °Ü¿ì°Ü¿ì ÀÚ¶ó³ª Doin' whatever it takes strippin', workin' out on the block ÇÊ¿äÇÑ °Ç ¹¹¶óµµ ÇØ, ½ºÆ®¸®ÇÎ, °Å¸®¿¡¼ ÀÏÇÏ´Â °Å Up on the phone, talkin' about Àüȸ¦ Àâ°í, ¾ê±â¸¦ ÇØ (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (³» ÇǺδ ´Ï ¼Õ ¾ÕºÎºÐó·³ °Å¹µÇϰí) (And my hair...) (³» ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀº...) (Well my hair's alright whatever way I want to fix it, (³» ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀº ±¦Âú¾Æ, °íÄ¥ °Å¶ó¸é °íÄ¡°í ½ÍÁö¸¸ it's alright it's fine) ¹¹ ±¦Âú¾Æ, ´Ù ÁÁ¾Æ) (But my hips, these sweet hips of mine invite you daddy) (ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³» ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ, ÀÌ ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ¾ûµ¢ÀÌ´Â ³Ê¸¦ ²ø¾îµéÀÌÁö) (And when I fix my lips my mouth is like wine) (±×¸®°í ÀÔ¼ú ÈÀåÀ» ÇÏ¸é ³» ÀÔÀº ¸¶Ä¡ ¿ÍÀÎ °°Áö) (Take a sip don't be shy, tonight I wanna be your lady) (ÇÑ ¸ð±Ý ¸¶¼ÅºÁ, ºÎ²ô·¯¿öÇÏÁö ¸»°í, ¿À´Ã¹ã ³ÊÀÇ ¿©ÀÚ°¡ µÇ°í ½Í¾î) (I ain't too good for your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (³× Mercedes¸¦ Ÿ±â¿£ Á¶±Ý ¸ðÀÚ¶óÁö¸¸, Å¿ì°í ½Í´Ù¸é µ·À» Áà) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Áú¹® °°Àº °Ç ±×¸¸µÖ, ÀÚ±â, ³»°¡ ´©±¸ÀÇ ¿©ÀÚÁö?) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money to buy) (³ÊÀÇ °ÍÀÌÁö, µ·¸¸ ÃæºÐÈ÷ ÀÖ´Ù¸é) (You better stop with the compliments we running out of time,) (ĪÂùÀº ±×¸¸µÖ, ¿ì¸® ½Ã°£ÀÌ ¾ø¾î) (You wanna talk whatever we could do that it's your dime) (¾ê±âÇÏ°í ½Í¾î? ±×·¡ ¹¹µç µÅ, ¾îÂ÷ÇÇ ´ç½Å µ·À¸·Î ÇÏ´Â °Å´Ï±î) (From Harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,) (°íÇâÀº ÇÒ·½, ³» À̸§Àº ¹¹ ±¦È÷ »ý°¢ÇÏÁö¸¶) (Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang) (125¹øÁö¿£, »ç¶÷µéÀÌ ³¯ ´ÞÄÞÇÑ °ÍÀ̶ó ºÒ·¯) Scratches + Woman singing in the background [Talib Kweli] (+ Background Vocals) A daughter come up in Georgia, ripe and ready to plant seeds, Á¶Áö¾Æ ÁÖ¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶ó³ µþ, Àß ÀÍ¾î¼ ¾¾¸¦ »Ñ¸± Áغñ°¡ µÆÁö Left the plantation when she saw a sign even thought she can't read ³óÀåÀ» ¶°³ª ¿À´Ù°¡ ½ÎÀÎÀ» ºÃ¾î, ±ÛÀ» ÀÐÁö´Â ¸øÇÏÁö¸¸ It came from God and when life get hard she always speak to him, ÀÌ°Ç ½ÅÀÌ ÁֽаÍ, »îÀÌ Èûµé¾îÁú ¶§ ±×´Â Ç×»ó ±×ºÐ¿¡°Ô ¸»À» °É¾î She'd rather kill her babies than let the master get to 'em, ÀÚ±â ÁÖÀο¡°Ô »¯´À´Ï Â÷¶ó¸® Àڱ⠾Ʊ⸦ Á×À̰ڴë She on the run up north to get across that Mason-Dixon Áö±Ý ³²ºÏ °æ°è¼±À» °Ç³Ê ºÏÂÊÀ¸·Î °¡´Â Áß In church she learned how to be patient and keep wishin', ±³È¸¿¡¼± Àγ»½É°ú ±âµµÇÏ´Â ¹ýÀ» ¹è¿üÁö The promise of eternal life after death for those that God bless ½ÅÀÌ ÃູÀ» ³»¸° À̵鿡°Õ ¾à¼ÓµÈ Á×À½ ÈÄÀÇ ¿µ»ý She swears the next baby she'll have will breathe a free breath ´ÙÀ½¿¡ ³º´Â ¾Æ±â´Â ¾î¶»°Ôµç ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô ¼ûÀ» ½¬°í and get milk from a free breast, ÀÚÀ¯·Ó°Ô Á¥À» »¡°í, And love beeing alive, »ì¾ÆÀÖÀ½À» ÁÁ¾ÆÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ°Ú´Ù°í ¸Í¼¼ÇØ otherwise they'll have to give up being themselves to survive, ¾È ±×·¯¸é ÀÚ±âµéÀÌ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» Æ÷±âÇØ¾ßÇҰŶó°í Being maids, cleaning ladies, maybe teachers or college graduates, nurses, Çϳడ µÇ°í, °¡Á¤ºÎ°¡ µÇ°í, ¾î¼¸é ±³»ç³ª ´ëÇÐ Á¹¾÷»ý, °£È£»ç, housewives, prostitutes, and drug addicts ÁÖºÎ, â³à, ±×¸®°í ¸¶¾à Áßµ¶ÀÚ°¡ µÇ°í Some will grow to be old women, some will die before they born, ¸î¸îÀº ÇҸӴϰ¡ µÇ°í, ¸î¸îÀº ž±âµµ Àü¿¡ Á×°í They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs, ±×µéÀº ¾î¸Ó´Ï, ±×¸®°í »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â À̰¡ µÇ¾î ¿µ°¨À» ÁÖ°í ³ë·¡¸¦ ¸¸µé°Å¾ß (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ª, ³» ÇǺδ °¥»öÀÌ°í ¼º°ÝÀº ÅÍÇÁÇØ) (Like the love I give my babies when the rainbow's enuff,) (¸¶Ä¡ ¹«Áö°³°¡ ÃæºÐÇÒ ¶§ ¾Æ±âµé¿¡°Ô ÁÖ´Â »ç¶ûó·³) (I'll kill the first muthafucka that mess with me, I never bluff) (³¯ °Çµå¸®´Â ù ³à¼®À» Á׿©¹ö¸±°Å¾ß, ÇãdzÀº ¶³Áö ¾Ê¾Æ) (I ain't got time to lie, my life has been much too rough,) (°ÅÁþ¸»ÇÒ ½Ã°£µµ ¾øÁö, ³» »îÀº ³Ê¹« °ÅÄ¥¾ú¾î) (Still running with barefeet, I ain't got nothin' but my soul,) (¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¸Ç¹ß·Î ´Þ·Á, °¡Áø °Ç ³» ¿µÈ¥ »Ó) (Freedom is the ultimate goal, (ÀÚÀ¯´Â ³» ±Ã±ØÀûÀÎ ¸ñÇ¥, life and death is small on the whole, in many ways) »î°ú Á×À½Àº ¸¹Àº ¸é¿¡¼, ÀüüÀûÀ¸·Î ÀÛÀº °ÍµéÀ̾ß) (I'm awfully bitter these days (¿äÁò ³ ¾öû ¸ðÁúÁö 'cuz the only parents God gave me, they were slaves,) ½ÅÀÌ ³»°Ô ÁֽŠºÎ¸ð´ÔÀ̶õ, ³ë¿¹ »ÓÀ̴ϱî) (And it crippled me, I got the destiny of a casualty,) (±×°Ô ³»°Ô Àå¾Ö°¡ µÇ¾úÁö, ÇÇÇØÀÚÀÇ ¿î¸íÀÌ ÁÖ¾îÁ³¾î) (But I live through my babies and I change my reality) (ÇÏÁö¸¸ ³ ³» ¾Æ±âµéÀ» ÅëÇØ »ì°í, ³» Çö½ÇÀ» ¹Ù²Ü°Å¾ß) (Maybe one day I'll ride back to Georgia on a train,) (¾Æ¸¶µµ ¾ðÁ¨°¡ ³ ±âÂ÷¸¦ Ÿ°í Á¶Áö¾Æ·Î µ¹¾Æ°¥°Å¾ß) (Folks 'round there call me Peaches, I guess that's my name.) (¿ä ±Ù¹æ Ä£±¸µéÀº ³¯ Peaches¶ó ºÒ·¯, ¾Æ¹«·¡µµ ±×°Ô ³» À̸§Àΰ¡ºÁ) |
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