Compton, CA


I’m African American, I’m African
I’m black as the heart of a fuckin’ Aryan
I’m black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
Excuse my French but fuck you—no, fuck y’all
That’s as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don’t you?

“The Blacker the Berry” is a grimmer take on the same idea. The narrator of the song wants to show off black pride as fiercely as he can, and yet the memory of his past actions are getting in the way. Listen to the whole song (“you made me a killer” he snarls at the end of the first verse) or to the rest of his catalogue, and it seems pretty clear Lamar would say that those actions in large part were caused by a racist system. But that doesn’t change the fact that they happened, and that they come to mind when he talks about black lives mattering. The Lamar of “The Blacker the Berry” may not be a hypocrite, but the world has made him to feel like one.

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