Kendrick Lamar

(Kendrick Lamar starts rapping* Within this madness, I hear a whisper from the past, A promise made to my younger self, built to last. The city’s a carousel of faces, all moving too fast, Trying to escape the future, running from the forecast. My heart's a paradox, caught between a dream and a curse, Prayin' for the strength to change, before the world gets worse. Within the storm of my mind, there's a voice that won't give in, Telling me to fight the good fight, again and again.