Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers Notes

 United in Grief: how we react emotionally through painful experiences. 

Therapy as the guiding principle Whitney needs it to fix Kendricks addiction. 

Therapy is not linear.

Kendrick starts talking about your emotions from a foundation of emotions from father being with Whitney childhood trauma etc.

The album is more chaotic to reflect the process of therapy.

Kendrick not viewed as a human being

Which tree am I looking for for wisdom 

The human story

The trauma we pass on to our sons and daughters

Mirror of fatherhood you analyze you couldn’t before having children 

Lack of Hope. Hope in mindfulness and therapy. 

Kendrick’s pain is a reflection of us all in the element of pain and trauma to different degrees. 

A lot of suffering through the art.

After death of parent, we move forward through going back to work, it’s not the best thing but it’s how you survive. 

Most of Kendrick is on surviving. But this is about thriving and helping your children. 

Abuse and trauma, turning to sex to alleviate the suffering is a common thing for us to venture to. To fulfill our selves past the pain. 

 Album reflects the Buddhist tradition

Power of Now, New Earth

Hope is no longer in any other person, it is fully in your hands.

Oneself is all that can be found.

Pain and anger inflicting more pain and anger toward trying to cancel someone just creates more pain and suffering.

Stop tap dancing around the issues

Avoidance of pain and drama rather than tackling it directly

Ways we tap dance around our own trauma: By making more pain to others comforts our pain. 

Holding people accountable means they are not in control and therefore are not responsible. 

Foolish to hold accountable because they are unconscious. 

Big Stepper sex money and murder

Everyone’s ego is causing pain and havoc. 

Thinking mind tries to identify and tries to identify with ownership of what they have. This is all the Ego to protect your mind. 

You have to quiet the Ego and live in the present. 

Tip toeing around conversation is a thinking mind to have them not deal with the pain they actually feel. Use things to identify with and words and not deal with the pain body. And all in the ego trying to do it. 

Pain bodies an accusation of painful experiences that have not gone addressed. 

People trying to seek more pain, to feel more pain to keep the pain body alive a separate identity. 

Brand awareness when social unrest occurs. Marketing to committing to social change. However, corporations are a fundamental part of the problem. Systemic racism needs a complete upheaval. JP Morgan had slaves for Collatoratle. A historic racist corporation that used slavery to build their wealth. Choose as a brand of hiding or trying to get to work to create change. However, the operations and morals are to make one thing. Money. 

Blackout screen people posted but their intentions are they don’t really actually care. The overnight activists. 

It’s not on him to figure it out but he’s just going to express himself because he is not our Saviour. 

Tracks are messier to symbolize the emotional concept. 

Silent hill is a silent meditation

The beat switches and chaotic nature of the album is purposeful. 

Favorite Lyrics

United in Grief

I’m calling on God for purity 

I went and got me a therapist

Is it in my head or is it arrogance?

Shaking and moving like what am I doing?

Tell ‘em your truth 

I hope the psychologist listening

I grieve different

N95

Can I vent all my truth?

Worldwide Steppers

Photoshoppin’ lies and motives hide your eyes, then pose for the pic. 

Eight billion people on Earth, silent murderers

Non-profits, preachers and church, crooks and burglars (Woo)

Hollywood corporate in school, teachin' philosophies

You either gon' be dead or in jail, killer psychology

The media’s the new religion, you killed the consciousness (What the fuck?)

Your jealousy is way too pretentious, you killed accomplishments (What the fuck?)

Niggas killed freedom of speech, everyone sensitive (What the fuck?)

If your opinion fuck 'round and leak, might as well send your will (What the—)

The industry has killed the creators, I'll be the first to say (What the fuck?)

Die Hard

I pop the pain away, I slide the pain away

When I fall short, I'm leaning on you to cry out

We all got enough to lie about

My truth too complicated to hide now

Can I open up? Is it safe or not?

I'm afraid a little, you relate or not?

Have faith a little, I might take my time

Ain't no saving face this time

Subtle mistakes felt like life or death

If I told you who I am, would you use it against me?

Right or wrong, no stone, just love to send me

Father Time

My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see

Tough love, bottled up, no chaser

Daddy issues, hid my emotions, never expressed myself

Son, that’s life, the bills have no silver spoon. 

What’s the difference when your heart is made of stone and your mind made of gold and your tongue is made of sword, but it may weaken your soul? 

Rich Spirit

IG’ll get you life for a chikabooya

More power to ya, love ‘em from a distance.

Why you always in the mirror more than the bitches?

I pray to God that you not lackin when you off the meds 

I pray to God she know them Cabo trips don’t last forever 

I pray to God you actually pray when somebody dies 

Purple Hearts

Whole life been social distant, when you not trippin?

They gon judge your life for a couple likes on the double tap

I bless it that you have a open heart, I bless that you forgive. 

I bless it that you learn from a loss, I bless it that you heal

I bless one day that you attract somebody with your mind exact.

Love, we killin greed, we killin homelessness and I don’t give a fuck about this land, I want ownership. 

Count me out

I care too much, wanna share too much, in my head too much. 

I’m a complex soul, they layered me up, then broke me down, and morality’s dust, I lack in trust. 

When you were at your lowest, tell me where the bros were at?

Anytime I couldn’t find God, I still couldn’t find myself through a song. Many find they life through a phone.

Lord knows I’ve tried my best,

You said it’s not my best.

Crown

You walk around like everything is in control. 

Savior (interlude)

If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim. Let's say, bad things were done to you when you were a child. And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you

Savior 

Kendrick made you think about it but he is not your savior.

Tell the whole truth from A to Z

Smile in my face, but are you happy for me?

One protest for you three sixty five for me

Vladimir making nightmares but that’s how we all think

The cat is out the bag, I am not your savior

I find it just as difficult to love thy neighbors

Especially when people got ambiguous favors

But they hearts not in it, see, everything's for the paper

The struggle for the right side of history

Independent thought is like an eternal enemy

Capitalists posing as compassionates be offending me

Yeah, suck my dick with authenticity

Yeah, Tupac dead, gotta think for yourself

Yeah, heroes looking for the villains to help

I never been sophisticated, saving face

Being manipulative, such a required taste

I rubbed elbows with people that was for the people

They all greedy, I don't care for no public speaking

And they like to wonder where I've been

Protecting my soul in the valley of silence

Auntie Diaries

Heart plays in ways the mind can’t figure out

More attention and more money made more envy

Elementary kids with no filter

Middle school kids with no filter

The history had trickled down and made us ign’ant 

The laws of the land or the heart what’s greater?

I was taught that words were nothing but a sound. 

To truly understand love switch position

Mr. Morale

Transformation, I must have had a thousand lives

Every thought is creative, sometimes I’m afraid of my open mind

My diamonds the choker is heavy

My spirit's awakened, my brain is asleep

Using violence to cover what really happened. 

Don't need no conversation

If it ain't 'bout the business, shut the door 

People get taken over by this pain-bodyBecause this energy field that almost has a life of its ownIt needs to, periodically, feed on more unhappiness

Mother I Sober

I’m sensitive, I feel everything, I feel everybody

Heal myself, secrets that I hide, buried in these words

Ego must die, but I let it purge

I still feel it weighin' on my heart, my first tough decision

In the shadows clingin' to my soul as my only critic

My mother's mother followed me for years in her afterlife

Starin' at me on back of some buses, I wake up at night

Traded my tears for a Range Rover

You ain’t felt grief til you felt it sober

Mothers brother said he got revenge for my mothers face Black and blue the image of my queen that I can’t erase. Til this day can’t look her in the eyes pain is takin over blame myself you never felt guilt till you felt it sober.

I did it sober sittin with myself I went through emotions I went through all emotions, no dependents except for one, let me bring you closer intoxicated. There’s a lustful nature that I failed to mention insecurities that I project sleepin with other women. 

Now I’m affected, twenty years later trauma has resurfaced amplified as I write this song I shiver cause I’m nervous I was five questioning myself.

The devastation hauntin generations and humanity. They raped our mothers, then they raped our sisters. Then they made us watch, then made us rape each other psychotic torture between our lives we ain’t recovered. Still livin’ as victims in the public eyes who pledge allegiance. 

“I never knew my Mom was violated in Chicago, I was sympathetic told me that she feared it happened to me, for my protection though it never happened she wouldn’t agree now I’m affected.” 

Transformation you ain’t felt grief till you felt it sober

I wish I was somebody anybody but myself

I started rhymin', copin' mechanisms to lift up myself

Spirit guide whisper in my ear, tell me that she sees me

Black and blue, the image of my queen that I can't erase

Blame myself, you never felt guilt 'til you felt it sober

Whitney’s hurt the purest soul I know I found her in the kitchen. 

Askin God where did I lose myself? And can I be forgiven?

Broke me down, she looked me in my eyes, “is there an addiction” 

I said “No” but this time I lied, I knew I couldn’t fix it 

Gave me a number said she recommended some therapy

I pray our children don’t inherit me and feelings I attract

I see ‘em daily burin they pain in chains and tattoos 

So I set free the power of Whitney May she heal us all 

So I set free our children, May good karma keep them with God

So I set free the hearts filled with hatred keep our bodies sacred. 

I bare my soul and now we’re free

Mirrors

I can’t live in the Matrix 

Personal gain off my pain it’s nonsense

Don’t you point a finger just to point a finger 

Cause critical thinkin is a deal breaker

Run away from the culture to follow my heart

I choose me, I’m sorry. 

Killed freedom of speech everyone is sensitive