Anche “No Church In The Wild” è uscito da un po’, ma le recenti vicende in giro per il globo rendono il video di Jay Z e Kanye West assieme a Frank Ocean è attuale più che mai. Il senso sembra essere riassumibile “in ‘sto casino selvaggio, sono cazzi amari per tutti / dov’è il tuo dio adesso? / chi ci salverà?”.
Chi crede ai preti, chi ai re, chi agli sbirri, si ritroverà a lottare contro di essi, oppure assieme a loro. In ogni caso violence. Tempi bui all’orizzonte per le masse. Un mondo che si prepara alle rivolte, che si capisce potrebbero esplodere da un momento all’altro, ché il gioco sta arrivando al livello finale. A un passo dal Game Over.
Il pezzo e il video sono notevoli. L’impatto assicurato. Ma la cosa interessante è che quel vedrete e sentirete non deve ancora accadere, in molti posti c’è già stato. Appunto.
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Di seguito il testo di “No Church In The Wild”:
[Frank Ocean]
Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
[Jay-Z]
Tears on the mauseoleum floor
Blood stains the coliseum doors
Lies on the lips of a priest
Thanksgiving disguised as a feast
Rollin’ in the Rolls-Royce Corniche
Only the doctors got this, I’m hidin’ from police
Cocaine seats
All white like I got the whole thing bleached
Drug dealer chic
I’m wonderin’ if a thug’s prayers reach
Is Pious pious cause God loves pious?
Socrates asks, ‘Whose bias do y’all seek?’
All for Plato, screech
I’m out here ballin’, I know ya’ll hear my sneaks
Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, laid beats
Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats
Preach
[Frank Ocean]
Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?
We make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
[The-Dream]
I live by you, desire
I stand by you, walk through the fire
Your love is my scripture
Let me into your encryption
[Kanye West]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra
I call that jungle fever
You will not control the threesome
Just roll the weed up until I get me some
We formed a new religion
No sins as long as there’s permission’
And deception is the only felony
So never f-ck nobody wit’out tellin’ me
Sunglasses and Advil
Last night was mad real
Sun comin’ up, 5 a.m.
I wonder if they got cabs still
Thinkin’ ’bout the girl in all-leopard
Who was rubbin’ the wood like Kiki Shepard
Two tattooes, one read ‘No Apologies’
The other said ‘Love is cursed by monogamy’
That’s somethin’ that the pastor don’t preach
That’s somethin’ that a teacher can’t teach
When we die, the money we can’t keep
But we prolly spend it all ’cause the pain ain’t cheap
Preach
[Frank Ocean]
Human being to the mob
What’s a mob to a king?
What’s a king to a god?
What’s a god to a non-believer?
Who don’t believe in anything?
Will he make it out alive
All right, all right
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild
No church in the wild