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Yeah...
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You could call a man a bum with disgust on your morning run
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Cos he lives outside in the street you don't know this
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But you've failed to realise that the one you so despise
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Reflects yourself cos every black man is homeless
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You could take your Alka Seltzer while you talk about shelter
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You might even wanna talk about a little loan
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Cos no matter how rich you become you'll always be two not one
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Cos believe it or not, America ain't your home
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We've been taught to say our name, Afro-American, all the same
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Not fully American but gettin' there very slowly
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Cos to fully be American, you know, you gotta take out the word 'Afro'
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Now they've relaxed I hear they might as well call us Toby
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See, Afro and black are African, while theft is American
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So how can Afro-American make much sense?
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Your ancestors come from Africa
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By stealing them now you're born in America
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So the black man is homeless even though he pays rent
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Some black people say "We built this place
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So we are American, but of the black race"
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Well let me make this little topic known
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The Japanese also built this place
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In technology and they're winnin' the race
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But at the end of the day the Japanese can go home
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Do you see the point that I'm getting at?
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I'm not a racist, I'm statin' a fact
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Blacks are actually prisoners of war
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Cos while South Africa continues to fight
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We try our best to look more and more white
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Proof that the blacks have been stripped of their core
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Well, I guess I didn't sing and dance enough
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For black radio to play this stuff
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But this ain't soft like ice-cream with a sugar cone
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I'm only here to state one fact
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Wake up African, your colour is black
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And every black man is homeless cos he ain't got no home.
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Homeless
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