“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?
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
U EVER THINK ABOUT BOYS IN SUITS AND HOW NICE IT MAKES THEIR SHOULDERS LOOK AND HOW THE SLEEVES MAKE THEIR HANDS LOOK ALL BIG AND HOW THE COLLAR MAKES THEIR JAWLINE LOOK SO SHARP AND HOW THE JACKET FITS THEM TIGHT AT THE WAIST B O Y S