Aah

I stop at the station to buy a Marlboro
Look at my face, son swallow your tears
My ancestors bathed in gold
Look at my skin, it shines, you fool
I stop at the station to buy a Marlboro
Look at my face, son swallow your tears
My ancestors bathed in gold
Look at my skin, it shines, you fool

I am the most hated black man you will see
I am the most hated black man you will see
I am the most hated black man you will see
I am the most hated black man you will see
I am the most hated black man you will see
I am the most hated black man you will see
Aah
You will see

I don't bow my head, I won't obey you
Being a pet black man, no, I'd rather die
Little master, I trade punches, I never run
Close your eyes, I saw God being born
I saw myself being born, I saw you being born
So free that not even the police can arrest me
Your words won't offend me
Turn off the light, try to understand me
Feel Africa to understand me
Transcend to the maximum to understand me
Don't fear death to understand me
As long as you have limits, you won't understand me
Every black leader is killed, do you understand?
I have been receiving letters saying
You're next, you're next, you're next

Now I understand you, Kanye, now I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye, now I understand you, Kanye
Being black is not just having skin
Something that a jeweler understands
My culture is my fever
I am the explanation for those who don't feel
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye
I understand you, Kanye
Now I understand you, Kanye

Jesus, I beat up Jesus
When I saw him crying, screaming, saying
That he wanted to be white, straighten his hair
And put in a lens to look the same
As the image you created
Jesus, I beat up Jesus
When I saw him crying, screaming, saying
That he wanted to be white, straighten his hair
And put in a lens to look the same
As the image you created

On stages like Michael Jackson
RAP game we play like Michael Jordan
You call these guys geniuses, but
They only speak the obvious
Why do rappers pray for me to stop rapping? (Amen)
Everything I hear sounds the same, I'm tired of RAP
I died as a rapper in En Tu Mira
I came back as a Bluesman
And now I feel good, good, good

Why do these whites love to call the police
Why do these blacks look at me with so much malice
Why have we learned to hate our peers
Your envy doesn't let me be the same as before
If success irritates you, I'm an irritating guy
Don't call me a handsome black man
Intelligent black man, educated black man
Just an important person
Your label doesn't touch my poetry
I am the Kanye West of Bahia
Your labels don't touch my poetry
I am the Kanye West of Bahia
Your labels don't touch my poetry
No, no, no they will never touch
I am the Kanye West of Bahia

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