that power

• childish gambinonun camp albümündeki sonundaki anlattığı anıyla mükemmel olan parçası. parçanın rhymeları zaten harika ancak anısı ve anısı üstüne söyledikleri gerçekten etkileyici.
• childish gambino'nun camp albümünün kapanış parçası. daha önce de denildiği gibi sonunda anlattığı 13 yaşında başından geçen anısı da oldukça buruk ve albümü mükemmel bir şekilde sonlandırıyor. sözlerini de yazayım tam olsun:
  
  this is on a bus back from camp
  ı'm 13 and so are you
  before ı left for camp ı imagined it would be me and three or four
  other dudes ı hadn't met yet
  running around all summer, getting into trouble
  ıt turned out it would be me and just one girl
  that's you
  and we're still at camp as long as we're on the bus and not
  at the pickup point where our parents would be waiting for us
  we're still wearing our orange camp t-shirts
  we still smell like pineneedles
  ı like you and you like me and ı more-than-like you
  but ı don't know if you do or don't more-than-like me
  you've never said, so ı haven't been saying anything all summer
  content to enjoy the small miracle of a girl choosing to
  talk to me and choosing to do so again the next day and so on
  a girl who's smart and funny and who
  ıf ı say something dumb for a laugh
  ıs willing to say something two or three times as dumb to make me
  laugh, but who also gets weird and
  wise sometimes in a way ı could never be
  a girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her
  whose curly brown hair has a line running through it
  from where she put a tie to hold it up while it was still wet
  back in the real world we don't go to the same school
  and unless one of our families moves to a dramatically
  different neighborhood, we won't go to the same high school
  so, this is kind of it for us. unless ı say something
  and it might especially be it for us if ı actually do say something
  the sun's gone down and the bus is quiet
  a lot of kids were asleep
  we're talking in whispers about a tree we saw at a rest stop
  that looks like a kid we know, and then ı'm like
  "can ı tell you something?" and all of a sudden ı'm telling you
  and ı keep telling you and it all comes out of me and it keeps coming
  and your face is there and gone and there and gone as we pass
  underneath the orange lamps that line the sides of the highway
  and there's no expression on it
  and ı think just after a point ı'm just talking to lengthen the
  time where we live in a world where
  you haven't said "yes" or "no" yet
  and regrettably ı end up using the word "destiny."
  ı don't remember in what context
  doesn't really matter
  before long ı'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay."
  ı don't know exactly what you mean by it
  but it seems vaguely positive and ı would leave in order not to
  spoil the moment, but there's nowhere to go because we're on a bus
  so ı pretend like ı'm asleep and before long, ı really am
  ı wake up, the bus isn't moving anymore
  the domed lights that line the center aisle are all on
  ı turn and you're not there
  then again a lot of kids aren't in their seats anymore
  we're parked at the pick-up point
  which is in the parking lot of a methodist church
  the bus is half empty
  you might be in your dad's car by now
  your bags and things piled high in the trunk
  the girls in the back of the bus are shrieking and laughing and
  taking their sweet time disembarking as ı swing my legs out into the
  aisle to get up off the bus
  just as one of them reaches my row
  they used to be our row, on our way off
  ıt's michelle, a girl who got suspended from third grade for a week
  after throwing rocks at my head
  adolescence is doing her a ton of favors body wise
  she stops and looks down at me
  and her head is blasted from behind by the dome light
  so ı can't really see her face
  but ı can see her smile. and she says one word
  "destiny."
  then her and the girls clogging the aisles behind her
  all laugh and then she turns and leads them off the bus
  ı didn't know you were friends with them
  ı find my dad in the parking lot
  he drives me back to our house and camp is over
  so is summer, even though there's two weeks until school starts
  this isn't a story about how girls are evil or how love is bad
  this is a story about how ı learned something
  and ı'm not saying this thing is true or not
  ı'm just saying it's what ı learned
  ı told you something
  ıt was just for you and you told everybody
  so ı learned cut out the middle man
  make it all for everybody, always
  everybody can't turn around and tell
  everybody, everybody already knows, ı told them
  but this means there isn't a place
  ın my life for you or someone like you
  ıs it sad?
  sure
  but it's a sadness ı chose
  ı wish ı could say this was a story about how ı got on the bus a
  boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit
  but that's not true
  the truth is ı got on the bus a boy
  and ı never got off the bus
  ı still haven't