If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?
if we are talking in person and i accidentally spit dont even call out i saw it and im dead inside
I’ve always loved the idea of not being what people expect me to be.
I hate it when desi parents think about peoples opinion
- Me: mum can i go out with my friend
- Mum: no beta your dad's uncles neighbours cousins cats goldfish wont like it