Childish Gambino - This Is America (grido di allarme nell' America di oggi!)

Sta facendo tanto discutere l'ultimo brano interpretato dall'attore e cantante Childish Gambino - This Is America , in Italia lo ritroveremo nell'ultima serie di Atlnta (17 Maggio su Fox). Il brano è chiaramente un grido d'allarme su quello che oggi continuano ad essere i valori di una grande fetta dell'America, ancor più accentuata forse con la vittoria di Trump.  

 La socità afroamericana negli ultimi anni ha sofferto una grave retrocessione sotto forma di propria identità. Quello che il cantante "denuncia" come dal video si può ben notare, e l'utilizzo eccessivo ed improprio delle armi da parte (anche) della polizia.Il testo dell canzone fa anche un po' di autocritica per quei modelli che influenzano la società dei consumi, e di come il rischio di omologazione per sentirsi accettati sia alto. Accusa e autoaccusa in una società descritta con rabbia, che getta sale sulle ferite proprie e su quelle contraddizione che tanto caratterizzano un paese anche troppo liberale.

Childish Gambino, This is America, Lyrics

[Intro: Choir] 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go, go away

[Bridge: Childish Gambino & Young Thug] 
We just wanna party 
Party just for you 
We just want the money 
Money just for you 
I know you wanna party 
Party just for me 
Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') 
Dance and shake the frame 
We just wanna party (yeah) 
Party just for you (yeah) 
We just want the money (yeah) 
Money just for you (you) 
I know you wanna party (yeah) 
Party just for me (yeah) 
Girl, you got me dancin' (yeah, girl, you got me dancin') 
Dance and shake the frame (you)

[Chorus: Childish Gambino] 
This is America 
Don't catch you slippin' up 
Don't catch you slippin' up 
Look what I'm whippin' up 
This is America (woo) 
Don't catch you slippin' up 
Don't catch you slippin' up 
Look what I'm whippin' up

[Verse 1: Childish Gambino, Blocboy JB, Slim Jxmmi, Young Thug, & 21 Savage] 
This is America (skrrt, skrrt, woo) 
Don't catch you slippin' up (ayy) 
Look at how I'm livin' now 
Police be trippin' now (woo) 
Yeah, this is America (woo, ayy) 
Guns in my area (word, my area) 
I got the strap (ayy, ayy) 
I gotta carry 'em 
Yeah, yeah, I'ma go into this (ugh) 
Yeah, yeah, this is guerilla (woo) 
Yeah, yeah, I'ma go get the bag 
Yeah, yeah, or I'ma get the pad 
Yeah, yeah, I'm so cold like yeah (yeah) 
I'm so dope like yeah (woo) 
We gon' blow like yeah (straight up, uh)

[Refrain: Choir & Childish Gambino] 
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody 
You go tell somebody 
Grandma told me 
Get your money, Black man (get your money) 
Get your money, Black man (get your money) 
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man) 
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man) 
Black man

[Chorus: Childish Gambino, Slim Jxmmi, & Young Thug] 
This is America (woo, ayy) 
Don't catch you slippin' up (woo, woo, don't catch you slippin', now) 
Don't catch you slippin' up (ayy, woah) 
Look what I'm whippin' up (Slime!) 
This is America (yeah, yeah) 
Don't catch you slippin' up (woah, ayy) 
Don't catch you slippin' up (ayy, woo) 
Look what I'm whippin' up (ayy)

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino, Quavo, Young Thug, & 21 Savage] 
Look how I'm geekin' out (hey) 
I'm so fitted (I'm so fitted, woo) 
I'm on Gucci (I'm on Gucci) 
I'm so pretty (yeah, yeah) 
I'm gon' get it (ayy, I'm gon' get it) 
Watch me move (blaow) 
This a celly (ha) 
That's a tool (yeah) 
On my Kodak (woo, Black) 
Ooh, know that (yeah, know that, hold on) 
Get it (get it, get it) 
Ooh, work it (21) 
Hunnid bands, hunnid bands, hunnid bands (hunnid bands) 
Contraband, contraband, contraband (contraband) 
I got the plug in Oaxaca (woah) 
They gonna find you like blocka (blaow)

[Refrain: Choir, Childish Gambino, & Young Thug] 
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody 
America, I just checked my following list and 
You go tell somebody 
You mothafuckas owe me 
Grandma told me 
Get your money, Black man (black man) 
Get your money, Black man (black man) 
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man) 
Get your money, Black man (get your, Black man) 
Black man 
(One, two, three, get down) 
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, tell somebody 
You go tell somebody 
Grandma told me, "Get your money" 
Get your money, Black man (Black man) 
Get your money, Black man (Black man) 
Get your money, Black man (Black man) 
Get your money, Black man (Black man) 
Black man

[Outro: Young Thug] 
You just a Black man in this world 
You just a barcode, ayy 
You just a Black man in this world 
Drivin' expensive foreigns, ayy 
You just a big dawg, yeah 
I kenneled him in the backyard 
No probably ain't life to a dog 
For a big dog