He sent it over, I laid some ideas to it, and we didn’t know where it was going.
I just happened to have an album coming out, so I just asked him, like, “Yo, would you do me this honor of letting me use this record, use this idea that I want to put together because I’m hearing a certain type of 808, a certain drum to it.” And he was open to it.
The overarching themes of "XXX" are of violence, revenge, and the way those first two themes bump up against the political system.
Over the course of the song, the son of Lamar's friend is killed, a casualty of our country's systemic racism, and he has to grapple with what advice to give the grieving father.
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However, the one thing that connects them is that passion and love are the driving forces behind their actions, even when situations devolve into violence.The collaboration might seem surprising at first glance, but the rapper and the rock band actually overlap quite a bit when it comes to activism and speaking truth to power.That comes out clearly in the lyrics, so don't feel like you need to reevaluate your idea of either of these musical acts just yet.It been a fucked up day for me I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome." He was lookin' for some closure Hopin' I could bring him closer To the spiritual, my spirit do know better, but I told him "I can't sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel: If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed." Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of All the memories collected, moments you could never touch I'll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block I'll catch a nigga leavin' service if that's all I got I'll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Walk myself to the court like, "Bitch, I did that!" Ain't no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial Let somebody touch my mama Touch my sister, touch my woman Touch my daddy, touch my niece Touch my nephew, touch my brother You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap Matter fact, I'm 'bout to speak at this convention Call you back— [Interlude: Kendrick Lamar] Alright, kids, we're gonna talk about gun control (Pray for me) Damn!