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Wale Victor Folarin (born Olubowale Victor Akintimehin in September 21, 1984), better known by his stage name Wale (/ˈwɑːlei/ WAH-lay), is an American rapper from Washington, D.C. Wale was born to Nigerian parents. He rose to prominence in 2006, when his song "Dig Dug (Shake It)" became popular in his hometown. Wale became locally recognized and continued recording music for the regional audience. Producer Mark Ronson discovered Wale in 2006 and signed him to Allido Records in 2007. While signed to that label, Wale released several mixtapes and appeared in national media including MTV and various urban magazines. more »

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Don't make me verbally
Don't make me verbally son you
Don't make verbally gun you
Don't make me verbally hunt you down, yeah

Pardon my palette, I was made this dark
I still bleed red though, my hair is course
Miss me with that fake guilt and fake remorse
Ask me how I feel, you just make it worse
They say that they love the rainbow
I know they hate when it rains though
They want us back in our stables, label (yeah, yeah)
Black dreams standing in the seam like
Killing us in daylight so we never take flight
Black dreams smother them to flatline
Shoot me for a brake light 'cause we not the same kind

I'm just a color (oh, oh)
I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
I'm just a color (oh, oh)
I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)

Just tryna find a way in this shade
They feel a way and then they pitch shade, ah
I'm just a color, I'm just a color, Karen
Let me be great, hands up in the air, "Don't shoot"
Don't wanna see another name hashtag (yeah, ok)
Tryna down my saturation (look, look, look)

Look how I'm comin' through
The system full of lies, but my eyes know the truth
We humble, they be quiet, it's a riot, then they cool
The black hate the blue 'cause the blue shoot whatever
Which mostly is the blacks 'cause the blue be actin' yellow
And the white seeing red 'cause the blacks ain't gone
The orange in the office on that green 'cause he golfin'
I hate when brothers hate when brother's gay
'Cause why you bashin'?
A black hate a rainbow then the black hate the palette
I'm tired of being passive, I'm tired of being fed up
There's purple in this Backwood
There's brown in this red cup
If black lives matter, the road painted yellow
If we doing this together then it's gon' pay forever

I'm just a color (oh, oh)
I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
I'm just a color (oh, oh)
I don't want no problems (bullet, bullet)
I don't want no problems, problems, yeah

Can't see my rights, don't be colorblind
My struggle came from the spoken lies
And my broken eyes and these broken thighs
And this broken mind
You look at me and just wonder why
I'm black as f*ck it feels so divine
It's like I'm bliss
Kill the bullshit, kill the bullshit
'Cause I'm just a color

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