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letra de kofi - claude something

(opening sample)

[verse 1]
remember that birthday that i had with the kiddie pool
somebody poked a hole but it’s all cool
i’m talking ps2 and power rangers waiting up in my room
and we can trash it while we’re watching cartoons
sorry, i was lying about the cartoons
no cable tv, but a cool dial tune
and we can play fight with antennas in the afternoon
and hide under my bed because you’re leaving soon
can’t wait until i see you tomorrow
my cousin’s got a bike you can borrow
and we can ride through the streets with wind pressed to our foreheads
and crash into gutters until our knees red

[bridge]
yo, we’re going to america
aren’t you excited?
it’s a great place
far from here
pack your bags
it’s…it’s going to be a long journey
but, it’s going to be worth it
i promise
you’ll love america

(plane engine)

[verse 2]
i’m really convinced that this is magic
culture shock was tragic and the switch up was drastic
but i love it
i really do
lots of places to go
lots of things to do
in my eyes full of p-ssion
everything’s new
its like…
never been to a burger stand
shook hands with a homeless man
never been in a white jag
my uncle is cool
never learned what was uncool
never been to a white school
an all year round school
new father was uncle (yup)
i wanna be here for life
no longer bound to the burdens of mother africa’s strife
no longer smudging the blurred lines and i’m learning what’s right
started learning what’s right (x2)

[bridge]
aren’t you excited about america?
it’s beautiful isn’t it?
you can do anything here
-sigh-
america

[verse 3]
see i was wearing a winter coat for the first time
they’re epaulettes were frosty, they’re lifestyles were costly
thought they were boss of me
and i’m mad, cause what’ running through their minds never crossed me
mom keeps telling me i was born here
so they throwing dice at me cause i play fair
and they trying to explain to me what i might be
so i holler back at ‘em tell ‘em “fight me!”
pop culture, became the bane of this dark kid
cracking my spine, started conforming on a black flip
switching up to jersey now
just a young black kid without the know-how
“see that kid over there? what’s his name?”
“just an n-word.”

[bridge]
way to pick on the non-socially aware african kid, guys
even in the streets and in the barber shops, the words are harsh
i learned new words
words that mom would never allow around the house
words that would get me ten lashes
and yet these words were used to describe me
they profiled me
i was no longer yours truly
claude kofi djan
i was a category on a survey
a filled-in bubble on a test
the truth

[outro]
ayo son
don’t you be bummed about america
it’s a land where you can be whatever you want and whoever you want
don’t ever bend backwards for it or anything
but don’t be rigid either
be flexible
and do you
exercise your ism
exercise you
be you

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