When I was in the 3rd grade
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I thought that I was black
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'cause I couldn't swim
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destined for a life of fly clothes and golden rims
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told my mom the news with pride in my chest
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she's like Rucka you never been arrested
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or failed a drug test, you crazy
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ha, guess she had a point ain't she
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I remember adding it all up together in my mind
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I'm a straight A student taking all honors and AP
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and I can't watch full house if my grades fall behind
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Guess I really am white
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and that's all I'll ever be
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in a world where it's cooler to be a minority
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where you could dance and you could rap
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if you're African or Black
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but as a cracker what you do is automatically just whack
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man it's hard, when even Obama won't acknowledge
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the white half of him that got his ass through college
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and the only white person working on CNN
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is a smelly lame crooker tooth bloody Englishman
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man fuck him
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[Chorus:]
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And I can't change
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that I'm rich and white
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that I live in a good neighborhood
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and I can't change
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that I'm rich and white
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that I live in a good neighborhood
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with my wife and car and doc
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it stinks being white
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it stinks being white
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but it keeps me employed
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and finding a job is hard
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If I was Zimmerman I would think twitter hates me
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Have you read the tweets
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on the trending topics lately?
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"Fuck you Zimmerman, you fat faggoty cracker"
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it's like for every hate tweet George gets
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He gets a calorie fatter
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does it matter
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that he took a black girl to the prom
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or that he got a Mexican cleaning lady for a mom
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Nah, just call him White
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And he becomes our problem
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Killing Trayvon means the same thing as racist
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It's the same shit they did when Michael Jackson touched a kid
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Oh he's White but he'll be Black when he dies and we forgive him
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and how did Paula Dean learn them racist words in the kitchen?
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If you ask me black and white isn't no different
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they're the same thing
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So I stay out of trouble
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When I see black and white people
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it's just like I'm seeing double
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If you profile Blacks as more likely to be criminals
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You rob them of the right to walk home eating skittles
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Drinking watermelon flavored AriZona
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You shoot 'em and the five-o shows up
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for some high fives and donuts
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Think it's time we finally have a honest racist discussion
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the 99% of our time we talk about race is not enough
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it should be a hundred
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[Obama:]
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"Uh, 35 years ago, I was Trayvon Martin,
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I changed my name to Barack Hussein so I could run for president
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of Pakistan
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where I was born"
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[Chorus:]
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And I can't change
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that I'm rich and white
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and I went to a good private school
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where I learned to read and write
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it stinks being white
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it stinks being white
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but it keeps me alive
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when I'm walking home at night
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Justice for Trayvon
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I'm pissed that you're gone
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Wish we could of have shared a bag of skittles and a bong
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but some things went wrong
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Now you're up in heaven
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I bet Bin Laden works the counter there at 7 eleven
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and Zimmerman
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you should apologize to Trayvon's mom
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find a way to say you're sorry
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coming straight from the heart
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and a gift certificate to bed bath and beyond
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won't fix everything
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but it'll be a very nice way to start
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Let the black kids walk home
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from the store with munchies
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'cause from whatever race you are
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we all came from monkeys
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it's time we get along
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it's the we spread the love
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this song is for Trayvon up above
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[Chorus:]
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And I can't change
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that I'm rich and white
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and I sit in Caribou
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writing on my laptop
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and I can't change
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that I'm rich and white
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and I'm afraid of black people
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when I'm walking home at night
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Rest in Peace Trayvon [x3]
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You're my boy, my boy, my boy
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You're my boy blue!
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Coincidental Racist
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| Rucka Rucka Ali |
