I Feel Like Ain’t Nobody Praying For Me

There is so much that can be said about every single track off of Damn, the latest album from Kendrick Lamar.

For now, let’s take a moment to appreciate this one together.

I Feel like ain’t nobody praying for me.

I mean, I can really relate to this shit right there. Both my grandmothers dead too, something K.Dot mentioned in another song. I love that he went there, because I know a lot of cats can relate to that off top. Especially since ‘feelings’ aren’t something black men tend to discuss, openly. Nobody praying for any of us black men out here, not even the ones still alive. That’s how, a lot of black men ‘feel’…

Below, lyrics from Verse 2, courtesy of genius.com – 5 lit fires; but you knew that – this ‘is’ a review of the song itself.  Bar for bar, while speaking about real shit people can ‘feel’ … who is really seeing Kendrick right now?

Greatest Rapper Alive? – Who Feels that?

I feel niggas been out of pocket, I feel niggas tappin’ they pockets
I feel like debating on who the greatest can stop it
I am legend, I feel like all of y’all is peasants
I feel like all of y’all is desperate
I feel like all it take is a second to feel like
Mike Jordan whenever holdin’ a real mic
I ain’t feelin’ your presence
Feel like I’ma learn you a lesson
Feel like only me and the music, though
I feel like your feelin’ ain’t mutual
I feel like the enemy you should know
Feel like the feelin’ of no hope
The feelin’ of bad dope
A quarter ounce manipulated from soap
The feelin’, the feelin’ of false freedom
I’ll force-feed ’em the poison that fill ’em up in the prison
I feel like it’s just me
Look, I feel like I can’t breathe
Look, I feel like I can’t sleep
Look, I feel heartless, often off this
Feelin’ of fallin’, of fallin’ apart with
Darkest hours, lost it
Fillin’ the void of bein’ employed with ballin’
Streets is talkin’, fill in the blanks with coffins
Fill up the banks with dollars
Fill up the graves with fathers
Fill up the babies with bullshit
Internet blogs and pulpit, fill ’em with gossip
I feel like this gotta be the feelin’ what ‘Pac was
The feelin’ of an apocalypse happenin’
But nothin’ is awkward, the feelin’ won’t prosper
The feelin’ is toxic, I feel like I’m boxin’ demons
Monsters, false prophets schemin’
Sponsors, industry promises
Niggas, bitches, honkies, crackers, Compton
Church, religion, token blacks, and bondage
Lawsuit visits, subpoena served in concert
Fuck your feelings, I mean this for imposters
I can feel it, the phoenix sure to watch us
I can feel it, the dream is more than process
I can put a regime that forms a Loch Ness
I can feel it, the scream that haunts our logic
I feel like say somethin’, I feel like take somethin’
I feel like skatin’ off, I feel like waitin’ for ’em
Maybe it’s too late for ’em
I feel like the whole world want me to pray for ’em
But who the fuck prayin’ for me?

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