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| subject : | [Akrobatic]Kindred |
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[Intro - Chuck D] This is Chuck D. The effects of slavery have had a far reaching ¿©±ä Chuck D¾ß. ³ë¿¹ Á¦µµÀÇ ¿µÇâÀº ¾ÆÇÁ¸®Ä«ÀÇ ÈæÀε鿡°Ô effect on black people in America ²Ï Å« ¿µÇâÀ» ³¢ÃÆÁö The scars run deep ÈäÅÍ´Â ±íÀÌ ³²¾ÆÀÖ¾î Not just the physical, but the emotional and psychological scars as well À°Ã¼ÀûÀÎ °Í »Ó¸¸ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó, °¨Á¤ÀûÀÎ, ±×¸®°í Á¤½ÅÀûÀÎ »óó±îÁö And they still hurt today ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ¿À´Ãµµ ¾ÆÆÄÇϰí ÀÖ¾î It's been said before, that we can't know ÀÌÀü¿¡µµ ¸»ÇßÁö, ¿ì¸®´Â °ú°Å¸¦ ¸ð¸£°ï where we are going, without knowing where we have been ¾îµð·Î °¡´ÂÁö ¾Ë ¼ö ¾ø´Ù°í Follow along, as Akrobatik takes us on a journey µû¶ó¿Í, AkrobatikÀÌ ¿ì¸®¸¦, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ½ÃÀÛÁ¡À¸·Î back to how things started for us here °¡´Â ¿©Çà¿¡ µ¥·Á´ÙÁÙÅ״ϱî And links topics to what we're dealing with, to this day ±×¸®°í ¿À´Ã±îÁö ¿ì¸®°¡ óÇÑ »óȲ¿¡µµ ¿¬°áµÉ°Å¾ß [Akrobatik] It took me six years to build up enough courage to run ´Þ¸®´Â µ¥ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ¿ë±â¸¦ ½×´Âµ¥´Â 6³âÀÌ °É·È°í and only six hours to be facing the barrel of a gun Ãѱ¸¿¡ ¸Â¼´Â µ¥´Â 6½Ã°£ÀÌ °É·ÈÁö Not knowing if it's the last time I'd ever see my sons ¾ÆµéÀ» ¸¶Áö¸·À¸·Î º¼ ±âȸÀÏÁöµµ ¸ð¸£´Â °Í and that's punishment enough, still the pain has just begun ±×°Ç ÃæºÐÇÑ ¹úÀ̾ß, ÇÏÁö¸¸ °íÅëÀº ÀÌÁ¦ ¸· ½ÃÀ۵ƾî Life flashes, whether from the whip lashes »îÀÌ ÁÖ¸¶µîó·³ ½ºÃİ¡, äÂïÁú ¶§¹®Àΰ¡ he's threatening to burn me in my own ashes ±×´Â ³¯ ºÒ¿¡ Å¿ö¹ö¸®°Ú´Ù°í ÇÏ³× Brown skin is now purple, it comes full circle, °¥»ö ÇǺδ ÀÌÁ¦ º¸¶ùºû, ¿øÀ» ±×·Á when the pain that I'll endure is the pain I have to work through ³»°¡ Âü¾Æ¾ßÇÏ´Â °íÅëÀº ³»°¡ ¹öÅß³»¾ßÇÏ´Â °íÅëÀÓ¿¡ For now my body lies listless Áö±Ý ³» ¸öÀº ³Ã´ãÇÏ°Ô ´©¿öÀÖ¾î wishing that my wife wasn't forced to witness ¾Æ³»°¡ °Á¦·Î ÀÌ°É º¸Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ Wishes she wasn't forced to be master's mistress °Á¦·Î ÁÖÀδÔÀÇ ¿©ÀÚ°¡ µÇÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ wishes she wasn't forced to be under this distress °Á¦·Î ÀÌ·± °íÅëÀ» °ÞÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ How did we ever get into this mess ¾î¼´Ù ÀÌ·± ³ÀåÆÇÀ» °Þ°Ô µÆ³ª we came from kings, now we're wearing rags ¿ì¸®ÀÇ Á¶»óÀº ¿ÕÀ̾úÁö¸¸, ÀÌÁ¦ ¿ì¸° ´©´õ±â¸¦ °ÉÄ¡°í eating unmentionable things, the stings ÀÔ¿¡ ¿Ã¸®±âµµ Èûµç °ÍµéÀ» ¸Ô¾î, µî¿¡ ´·¯ºÙÀº from the welds on my back make me wanna attack Â´Â µíÇÑ °íÅëÀº ±×³É ÀúµéÀ» °ø°ÝÇϰí and be a martyr for blacks, but then the whip cracks ÈæÀεéÀ» À§ÇÑ ¼ø±³ÀÚ°¡ µÇ°í ½Í°Ô ÇÏÁö¸¸, äÂïÀÌ ³¯¾Æ¿Í and brings me back to reality, madness brutality ³¯ Çö½Ç·Î µ¥·Á¿ÀÁö, ±¤±â¿Í ÀÜÀÎÇÔ that leads to fatalities ±× ³¡¿¡ ÀÖ´Â °Ç Á×À½ And if he knew I was reading books and getting smarter ±×°¡ ³»°¡ Ã¥À» ÀÐ°í ´õ ¶È¶ÈÇØÁ®°¡°í ÀÖ´Ü °É ¾Ë¾Ò´Ù¸é it would only make him whip me harder ±×´Â ³¯ ´õ ¼¼°Ô ¶§¸®°ÚÁö Sometimes I thank God I never had a daughter °¡²ûÀº µþÀÌ ¾ø´Ù´Â »ç½Ç¿¡ ½Å¿¡°Ô °¨»çÇØ but even if I did it might definately connect ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×·¨´õ¶óµµ ºÐ¸í °íÅëÀ¸·Î through the pain, our soul's kindred ¿¬°áÀÌ µÇ°ÚÁö, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¿µÈ¥Àº ¼·Î À̾îÁ®ÀÖÀ¸´Ï [Chorus - Brenna Gethers] Hmm-mm-mm, we are kindred Hmm-mm-mm, ¿ì¸®´Â À̸§À¸·Î through our name À̾îÁ®ÀÖ³× [Chuck D] Hurricane Katrina and her aftermath īƮ¸®³ª Ç㸮ÄÉÀΰú ±×°ÍÀÌ ³²±ä »óó´Â have long since been forgotten by many of those ±× °øÆ÷¸¦ 2005³â¿¡ ´À²¸º¸Áö ¸øÇÑ ¸¹Àº unaffected by her wrath felt in 2005 À̵鿡 ÀÇÇØ ÀØÇôÁ®°¬Áö Once again our people have been displaced by the thousands ´Ù½Ã ÇÑ ¹ø ¿ì¸® »ç¶÷µéÀº ¼öõ¿¡ ÀÇÇØ Ãß¹æµÇ°í and were left to fend for themselves ½º½º·Î°¡ ½º½º·Î¸¦ Áöų ¼ö ¹Û¿¡ ¾ø¾ú°í while those more fortunate were able to escape ´õ ºÎ±ÍÇÑ À̵鸸ÀÌ Å»ÃâÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾ú¾î Let's take a look at what may have been going on ±×¶§ ÀϾÀ» µíÇÑ »óȲµéÀ», ¹Ì±¹ÀÇ °¡Àå through the mind of victims of America's most infamous natural disaster ¾Ç¸í³ôÀº ÀÚ¿¬ÀçÇØÀÇ Èñ»ýÀÚµéÀÇ ¸¶À½À» ÅëÇØ º¸ÀÚ [Akrobatik] I'm on my rooftop, sick and thirsty, asking God for mercy ³ ÁöºØ¿¡ ÀÖ¾î, ¾ÆÇÁ°í ¸ñÀÌ ¸»¶ó, ½Å¿¡°Ô ÀÚºñ¸¦ ¿ä±¸ÇÏÁö please spare my wife, she's only thirty Á¦¹ß ³» ¾Æ³»¸¦ »ì·Á´Þ¶ó°í, ¾ÆÁ÷ 30»ìÀε¥ Schoolbuses float atop murky waters, could they have ½ºÄð¹ö½º´Â ÁøÈëÅÁ ¹°¿¡ ¶°³»·Á°¡, ±×°É·Î Àû¾îµµ used them to at least evacuate our sons and daughters? ¿ì¸® ¾Æµé µþÀ» ±¸Çϴµ¥ ¾µ ¼ø ¾ø¾úÀ»±î We sleep because we have no choice, dehydrated ¿ì¸° ÀáÀ» ÀÚ, ´Ù¸¥ ¼±ÅÃÀÌ ¾øÀ¸´Ï±î, Å»¼ö »óÅ¿¡ and we can't scream for because we have no voice ¸ñ¼Ò¸®°¡ ¾È ³ª¿Í¼ ºñ¸íµµ ¸ø Áú·¯ Crying for what the helicopters never dropped us Ç︮ÄßÅͰ¡ ÁØ Àû ¾ø´Â °ÍÀ» ´Þ¶ó ¼Ò¸®ÃÄ the stench of bodies in piles is evident for miles ¸ö¿¡¼ ³ª´Â ³¿»õ´Â ¸î ¸¶ÀÏ ¸Ö¸®±îÁö È®½ÇÇÏ°Ô ÆÛÁöÁö Broke with little home, laid off with little income ÀÛÀº Áý¿¡ °¡³¹ðÀÌ, ÀûÀº ¼öÀÔ »Ó ghetto life is no joke, I'm broke and then some °ÔÅäÀÇ »îÀº ³ó´ãÀÌ ¾Æ³Ä, ³ °¡³Çϰí My son is on his stomach, body riddled with heavy shakes ¾ÆµéÀº ¹è¸¦ Àâ°í ¾²·¯Á®, ½ÉÇÏ°Ô ¶³¸®´Â ¸ö I guess we now know what happens when the levee breaks µÏÀÌ ¹«³ÊÁö¸é ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀÌ ÀϾ´ÂÁö ÀÌÁ¦ È®½ÇÈ÷ ¾Ë°Ú¾î For now my body lies listless Áö±Ý ³» ¸öÀº ³Ã´ãÇÏ°Ô ´©¿öÀÖ¾î wishing that my wife wasn't forced to witness ¾Æ³»°¡ °Á¦·Î ÀÌ°É º¸Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ Whishes she wasn't forced to be without me for Christmas °Á¦·Î Å©¸®½º¸¶½º¸¦ ³ª ¾øÀÌ º¸³»Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ wishes she wasn't forced to be under this distress °Á¦·Î ÀÌ·± °íÅëÀ» °ÞÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾úÀ¸¸é ÁÁÀ»ÅÙµ¥ How did we ever get into this mess ¾î¼´Ù ÀÌ·± ³ÀåÆÇÀ» °Þ°Ô µÆ³ª we came from kings, now I feel I truly know why the caged bird sings ¿ì¸® Á¶»óÀº ¿ÕÀ̾úÁö¸¸, ÀÌÁ¨ »õÀå¿¡ °¤Èù »õ°¡ ¿Ö ³ë·¡ÇÏ´ÂÁö ¾Ë°Ú¾î He sings to keep his mind of the pain of things ±×´Â °íÅëÀ» Àؾî¹ö¸®·Á ³ë·¡ÇÏ´Â °ÅÁö but the way that we were left to remain, it stings ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿©±â ³²Àº ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸ð½À, µû°¡¿ö Stings like the welds on the back of my kin ¸¶Ä¡ ³» ģôÀÇ µîµÚ¿¡ ³²Àº »óóó·³ µû°¡¿ö now replaced by the toxic water attacking my skin äÂï ´ë½Å ³» ÇǺδ À¯µ¶ÇÑ ¹°ÀÌ °ø°ÝÇÏÁö I bet CNN is broadcasting this slaughter ºÐ¸í CNNÀº ÀÌ Çлì ÇöÀåÀ» ¹æ¼ÛÇϰí ÀÖ°ÚÁö as gasprices rise like the water ±â¸§°ªÀº ¹° ³ôÀÌó·³ ¿Ã¶ó°¡´Âµ¥ I thank God I never had a daughter µþÀÌ ¾ø´Ù´Â »ç½Ç¿¡ ½Å¿¡°Ô °¨»çÇØ but even if I did it might definately connect ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×·¨´õ¶óµµ ºÐ¸í °íÅëÀ¸·Î through the pain, our soul's kindred ¿¬°áÀÌ µÇ°ÚÁö, ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¿µÈ¥Àº ¼·Î À̾îÁ®ÀÖÀ¸´Ï [Chorus - Brenna Gethers] Hmm-mm-mm, we are kindred Hmm-mm-mm, ¿ì¸®´Â À̸§À¸·Î through our name À̾îÁ®ÀÖ³× |
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