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claude something - boy in america lyrics

[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 kidding about the cartoons
no cable tv, but a cool dial tune
and we can sword fight with antennas in the afternoon
and maybe fake sleep because you gotta go home soon
can’t wait until i see you tomorrow
my cousin’s got a bike you can borrow
and we can ride through manet 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 because the switch up was drastic
but i love it
i really do
lots of places to go
lots of things to do
brights eyes full of p-ssion
and 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 been to a white school
an all year round school
never learned what was uncool
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 feeling the ecstasy after only a night

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

[verse 3]
wearing a winter coat for the first time
epaulettes were frosty, they’re lifestyles are costly
think they could boss me
and i’m mad, cause the [expletive] that’s their minds never crossed me
small kid, they tossed
“get up and brush off the dust, g!”
and they trying to tell you just what you might be
toss them a bony punch, you’re mighty
pop culture, the bane of this dark kid
cracking my spine, conforming on a black flip
ain’t it kinda tragic how i lost my way
good kid, good town, and i started to sway
so we’re switching up to jersey now
didn’t like the move but i’ll adjust somehow, please allow
i was pulling up to fiat in a landau
kids preyed on my raised eyebrows
“is the man diddy white or black?”
threw the wrong answer back, i was officially whack
didn’t slap the n-word on me, wasn’t actually black
individuality hijacked, never got it back

[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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