Poetic Justice
Lamar Kendrick Lyrics


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Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Go, go

I recognize your fragrance (hol' up)
You ain't never gotta say shit (woo)
And I know your taste is
A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
Everybody else basic
You live life on an everyday basis
With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
Better yet where your friends and them?
I really wanna know you all
I really wanna show you off
Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Cold nights when you curse this name
You called up your girlfriends and
Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
But I could never right my wrongs
'Less I write it down for real, P.S

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

I really hope you play this
'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
You've been taken
Clearly a lot for me to take in
It don't make sense
Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
Take you and your mama to the motherland
I could do it, maybe one day
When you figure out you're gonna need someone
When you figure out it's all right here in the city
And you don't run from where we come from
That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh)
Good God, what you doing that walk for?
When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
And we would talk more
And they say communication save relations, I can tell
But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
P.S

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Call me crazy, we can both be insane
A fatal attraction is common
And what we have common is pain
I mean you need to hear this
Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm
That's your heartbeat
It either caught me or it called me, mmhm
Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
Sincerely, yours truly
And right before you go blind
P.S

You can get it, you can get it
You can get it, you can get it
And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
Poetic justice, put it in a song

I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane)
Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?
I don't care who this nigga over here for
If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap I'm sorry
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay
Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin'




As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie
Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie

Overall Meaning

In Lamar Kendrick's song Poetic Justice, the artist expresses his desire for a particular woman. He acknowledges that he recognizes her fragrance and taste, both of which are high maintenance. He believes that she lives life differently from everyone else and has "poetic justice." Kendrick asks whether she would trust a flower blooming in a dark room, as he writes poetry for her in his songs when he wants empathy. He wants to know her friends and show her off, even when others want to party with her.


Kendrick, who is African American, also tells the listener that he was attempting to put an East African girl on game, but she was too preoccupied with her other man. He longs to take her and her mother to the motherland, but she is not willing to leave this life yet. The artist also talks about the inevitability of fighting but wishes for more conversations between them. He adds that communication saves relationships, but he can only explicitly fix his mistakes through his poetry. In the end, Kendrick probes a person's origins and whether they are here (in LA) on behalf of his lady, indicating that he is protecting her from unknown individuals.


Line by Line Meaning

Every second, every minute, man I swear that she can get it
I am constantly infatuated with her and believe that she is desirable at any given moment


Say if you a bad bitch put your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
If you consider yourself confident and powerful, show it proudly and confidently


Tell 'em dim the lights down right now, put me in the mood
Requesting a change in the ambiance to create a more intimate and sensual atmosphere


I'm talking 'bout dark room, perfume
Referring to a dimly lit room with a touch of fragrance for a seductive setting


Go, go
Encouraging a forward, adventurous approach


I recognize your fragrance (hol' up)
I am familiar with your distinct scent and it grabs my attention


You ain't never gotta say shit (woo)
There is no need for you to verbally express yourself because your presence speaks volumes


And I know your taste is
I am aware of your preferences


A little bit (mmm) high maintenance (ooh)
You require a certain level of effort and attention


Everybody else basic
Compared to you, everyone else is ordinary and unremarkable


You live life on an everyday basis
You approach and navigate life with a confident and unique perspective


With poetic justice, poetic justice
Our connection and relationship is filled with artistic and meaningful significance


If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
In a difficult or challenging environment, would you believe in the potential for beauty and growth?


I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
I express my feelings and admiration for you through the lyrics of my songs


When you're in the mood for empathy, there's blood in my pen
When you yearn for understanding and emotional connection, my lyrics convey deep emotions and experiences


Better yet where your friends and them?
I am curious about the company you keep and the people you associate with


I really wanna know you all
I have a true desire to understand and get to know all aspects of your life and personality


I really wanna show you off
I am proud to have you by my side and want to present you to the world


Fuck that, pour up plenty of champagne
Disregard all inhibitions and celebrate with an abundance of champagne


Cold nights when you curse this name
During difficult times, when you express frustration or anger, my name is often mentioned


You called up your girlfriends and
You sought support and advice from your close female friends


Y'all curled in that little bitty Range I heard that
You and your friends huddled closely together in a small Range Rover, as I have heard


She wanna go and party, she wanna go and party
She desires to engage in social events and celebrate


Nigga don't approach her with that Atari
Don't attempt to impress her with something outdated or obsolete


Nigga that ain't good game, homie, sorry
That approach is not effective or impressive, my apologies


They say conversation, rule a nation, I can tell
Communication is considered essential and influential in relationships and society, and I understand its importance


But I could never right my wrongs
I am unable to correct the mistakes I have made


'Less I write it down for real, P.S
Unless I genuinely express my remorse and intentions through writing, it won't have a lasting impact, postscript


You can get it, you can get it
You have the ability to obtain whatever you desire


And I know just, know just, know just, know just, know just what you want
I am fully aware of your desires and preferences


Poetic justice, put it in a song
By incorporating our experiences and emotions into a song, we create poetic justice and deep meaning


I really hope you play this
I genuinely desire for you to listen to this song


'Cause ol' girl you test my patience
Your actions and behavior sometimes challenge my level of tolerance


With all these seductive photographs and all these one off vacations
The provocative images and frequent spontaneous trips add to the complexity of our relationship


You've been taken
You have been captivated or enamored by someone else


Clearly a lot for me to take in
It is overwhelming for me to process and comprehend everything that is happening


It don't make sense
The situation or circumstances are confusing and illogical


Young East African Girl, you too busy fucking with your other man
You, a young woman of East African descent, are preoccupied and engaged with another man


I was trying to put you on game, put you on a plane
I attempted to educate and elevate you, even offering trips to different locations


Take you and your mama to the motherland
I wanted to bring both you and your mother to your ancestral homeland


I could do it, maybe one day
There is a possibility of me fulfilling these desires, although it may take time


When you figure out you're gonna need someone
Once you realize that you will require a partner or support system


When you figure out it's all right here in the city
When you come to understand that everything you need is available in our current location


And you don't run from where we come from
And you embrace and acknowledge our shared background and origins


That sound like poetic justice, poetic justice
This scenario aligns perfectly with the concept of poetic justice


You were so new to this life but God damn you got adjusted
You were inexperienced in this lifestyle initially, but you quickly adapted and assimilated


I mean I write poems in these songs, dedicated to the fun sex
I express my desires and experiences of passionate and enjoyable intimate moments through the poetry in my songs


Your natural hair and your soft skin, and your big ass in that sundress (ooh)
I am captivated by your authentic appearance, smooth skin, and your attractive figure accentuated by a sundress


Good God, what you doing that walk for?
Wow, your confident and enticing walk grabs my attention


When I see that thing move, I just wish we would fight less
Your movements evoke a desire within me to have fewer arguments and disagreements


And we would talk more
Instead of engaging in conflicts, we should prioritize open and honest communication


And they say communication save relations, I can tell
It is widely believed that effective communication is crucial for maintaining healthy relationships, and I agree


But I can never right my wrongs unless I write them down for real
I can only truly rectify my mistakes by sincerely expressing them in writing


P.S
Postscript, an additional note or message


Every time I write these words they become a taboo
Whenever I write these lyrics, they become controversial or forbidden topics


Making sure my punctuation curve, every letter here's true
I take great care in structuring my sentences and ensuring the authenticity of every word


Living my life in the margin and that metaphor was proof
I often exist on the outskirts or boundaries of societal norms, and this metaphor serves as evidence


I'm talking poetic justice, poetic justice
I am referring to the concept of poetic justice, where actions and consequences align artistically


If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
If I informed you that there was beauty and growth in the midst of darkness, would you have faith in it?


I mean you need to hear this
It is important for you to listen and understand this message


Love is not just a verb, it's you looking in the mirror
Love is not solely an action, but also involves self-reflection and self-acceptance


Love is not just a verb, it's you looking for a maybe
Love is not limited to action, but also involves seeking possibilities and potential


Call me crazy, we can both be insane
People may consider us to be irrational, but we can embrace and enjoy our shared madness


A fatal attraction is common
An intense and dangerous allure is often found in relationships


And what we have common is pain
Our shared experience is filled with emotional anguish


I mean you need to hear this
It is vital for you to listen and fully comprehend this message


Love is not just a verb and I can see power steering
Love is more than an action, and I can perceive a sense of control and influence in our connection


Sex drive when you swerve, I want that interference
When your desire intensifies or becomes more unpredictable, I desire to be a part of it


It's coherent, I can hear it, mmhm
It is logical and understandable, and I can comprehend the message clearly


That's your heartbeat
That is the sound of your heart pulsating


It either caught me or it called me, mmhm
It has either captivated my attention or summoned me to respond


Breathe slow and you'll find gold mines in these lines
If you take your time to understand and analyze these lyrics, you will discover valuable and profound messages


Sincerely, yours truly
With genuine sincerity and authenticity, from me to you


And right before you go blind
In the moments leading up to losing sight or clarity


P.S
Postscript, an additional note or message


I'm gon' ask you one more time, homie
I am going to pose the question to you once more, my friend


Where is you from? Or it is a problem (ask him if he here for Sherane)
What is your place of origin? Or is there an issue with that? (Inquire if he is present for Sherane)


Ayy, you over here for Sherane, homie?
Hey, are you here because of Sherane, my friend?


I don't care who this nigga over here for
I am not concerned about the intentions or affiliations of the person standing near us


If he don't tell me where he from, it's a wrap I'm sorry
If he fails to disclose his origin, the situation will be concluded, and I apologize


Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, we gon' do it like this, okay?
Wait a moment, we are going to handle this in a certain manner, alright?


I'ma tell you where I'm from, okay?
I am going to disclose my place of origin, alright?


You gon' tell me where you from, okay?
You are going to share your place of origin with me, alright?


Or where your grandma stay, where your mama stay
Or the locations where your grandmother and mother reside


Or where your daddy stay, okay? Fuck with all this talkin'
Or the location where your father resides, alright? Forget all this unnecessary conversation


As a matter of fact, get out the van, homie
In fact, exit the vehicle, my friend


Get out the car before I snatch you out that motherfucker, homie
Exit the car before I forcefully remove you from it, my friend




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, JANET JACKSON DBA BLACK ICE, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aubrey Graham, Terry Lewis, James Harris Iii, Janet Jackson, Elijah Blue Molina, Kendrick Duckworth

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@amkrishnan8732

Now this is going to sound crazy but this song got me into Law School. I quoted 'If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room would you trust it?' at the start of my personal statement and they were so impressed for some reason and gave me a place at a world class law school. When I grow old this song will forever hold a special place in my heart.

@benthebuilder3622

Dude that’s awesome congrats

@victoriadoan4424

Damn congrats!

@justathenb4097

Quit the cap bro

@jermondcraigwilliamsjr.6046

@@justathenb4097 👀👀👀u think he is? sound kinda made up tbh tho.

@santireverente5483

Can u give more details?

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Y'all got good taste in music

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Hold up you ain’t even gotta say shit...

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I know

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Hy Hy

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