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Lacuza! Lacuza! Eh-eh! Lacuza! Listen, this my story, This ain’t fiction, this real life glory. Came up strong in the cold of the Netherlands, Black skin shining in a foreign land. No matter what you do, No matter how you grind, No matter how you hustle, They’re never satisfied. Work for the family, Bills on my shoulders, Dreams getting bigger, Heart getting colder. But at the workplace they stare at me strange, Just ‘cause my melanin don’t look the same. Different color, strong and tall, Stand too confident now that’s a problem for y’all. Ohhh, I see the jealousy in your eyes, You can’t stand when a foreigner rise. Ohhh, you whisper when I pass by, But I’m blessed, I don’t need your lie. 2x No matter how hard I work, Still they talk, still they judge. Foreigner living in your land, Still you treat me like I don’t belong. Work too hard? That’s wrong. Stay at home? That’s wrong. In your eyes I can’t win at all Lacuza! I stand strong. That’s where it starts Everything I do is “wrong. Jealousy loud but your logic weak. Discrimination hiding in your speech. You feel it. You know it. I’m bigger than your limit. Better than the box you try to put me in it. So you gossip, talk behind my back, Try to push dirt on my name like that. See? He thinks he’s better than us. Nah I just don’t move like dust. He walks like he owns the place. No I walk like I know my worth and my space. They say all foreigners lazy, But I’ve been grinding daily. If I speak up, now I’m crazy, Suddenly you the victim, maybe? This is real, this is truth, From the heart of a darker youth. Living life in a colder zone, Different skin but a heart of stone. No matter how hard I try, Still they look at you sideways. But I’m rising, I’m shining, I’m blessed in my own way. Brown skin, don’t touch that. Respect mine, don’t judge that. This my life, this my fight Lacuza! I own that! Lacuza! Lacuza! Stand tall, never bow. Lacuza! We here now.