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When good kid, m.A.A.d city first dropped, Kendrick Lamar was careful not to feed into the talk around the album being a classic, not yet. 'It's classic worthy, you know?' 'But it has to stand with the time and have the years behind.” It was a wise thing to say in an age where albums are either hailed as classics or trash minutes after they leak. The world may now have the attention span of a Vine video, but truly great art still demands sustained attention.
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In fact, a classic album only deepens its hold on you over time, offers additional layers to peel back years after you thought you'd already uncovered even its most hidden secrets. A classic album not only remains an immovable landmark of that moment in history, it ages with you, moves with you into the future. That's why now, more than two years after its debut, I won't hesitate to call Kendrick's GKMC a classic.
I remember driving to my man's house that October, listening to the album in for the first time with the windows down, the L.A. Weather completely ignoring the Earth's insistence that it was fall, and by the time even 'Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe' ended my heart already felt the album would become a classic. And when I got to my man's house, and he opened the door, eyes wide, the first sentence out of his mouth, 'Yo, have you ' I felt like a moment, a classic moment. If Vegas took bets on this kind of thing, I would have bet my daughter's college fund on GKMC standing the test of time. Still, though, while my soul was already picturing still listening to 'Money Trees' in the retirement home, my head was pumping the brakes. I had a literal professional obligation to wait before making any grand proclamations.
So I played the album.and played it.and played it. I listened to it to at the gym, I listened to it washing the dishes, I listened to it. I'm listening to it right now. And somewhere in between the 200th and 4,000th listen even the most logical, rational, Spockian-emotionless part of my brain accepted GKMC as a classic. I should have written this article then, but it just never felt like the right time - I had more pressing, to write about - until now when around GKMC. In many ways, the fact that we're still debating/talking about GKMC years later, in comparison to a new album, is proof of its longevity. Kendrick really did every other emcee of his generation would be measured against. But while I could spend this space talking about lyricism and production, or even commercial and cultural impact, those are really just more surface level qualifiers.
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As I've revisited the album I've realized something deeper, I've realized that GKMC is one of those extraordinarily rare albums that has become even more relevant now than when it dropped. I've heard even some intelligent people claim that GKMC isn't really a concept album, which is perplexing. The concept is right there in the title: What does it mean to be a good kid in a city engulfed in poverty, violence, and pain, pain that stretches back generations? How do you stay clean while crawling through a world soaked knee-high in blood?
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It's a question nearly every image, note, and lyric on the album are aimed at addressing, and as the death toll in Chicago reaches horrific levels and simply looking like the 'wrong' person in the 'wrong' place could mean a death sentence, it's THE question currently facing America. The young black man Kendrick embodies on this album, the people he sings about so powerfully, are the people America has failed. They're the people taking to the streets in Ferguson, they're the people no longer alive to protest their own death. For many, the solution to gang violence and the onslaught of death by police is simple; be good. Never do anything wrong and nothing wrong will ever happen to you. I can only assume those people live in a good city. Being 'good' isn't so easy when you're, when nearly all of your friends, the people you grew up with, when your mom to feed your family, when a lunch run could mean, when even if you don't join a gang the police still treat you like a gang-banger; what hope is there really, even for the good kid? 'Dope on the corner, look at the coroner / Daughter is dead, mother is mournin' her / Strayed bullets, AK bullets / Resuscitation was waiting patiently but they couldn't / Bring her back, who got the footage?
/ Channel 9, cameras is looking.' To live in a maad city is to be an 11-year-old, as innocent and good as anyone could possibly be, who winds up on the Channel 9 news after a stray bullet steals their life. 'No better picture to paint than me walking from Bible study / And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face / From a function that tooken place, they was wondering if I bang.' To live in a maad city is to get jumped on your way home from Bible study, or football practice because something thinks they might recognize you.