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The White House aint so white now that a black man lives inside, some white folks in this country, that just makes em wanna cry,
to think where John F. Kennedy once showed his jazzy flair, has now become a haven filled with little nappy hairs.
This world was built on racism and everyone should know, that everyone's not good just cause they're white as driven snow,
there're hicks and hoodlums ev'rywhere, the color lines are split, but only when it's black does anybody give a sh!t.
The cultures of this planet all adapt to what is black, but if it came to being black they'd give that sh!t right back,
cause no one wants to be a n!gger, how I figure that? They'd rather be a n!gga and just flip around a cap.
It's like a whole New Era, t-shirts, Timbs and creasy jeans, will holla out 'NahMean' cause they heard that on BET,
I see these perpetrators and it makes me stop and stare, I've even seen the devil rockin dreadlocks in his hair.
This goes for honies too, snow bunnies who think they’re the sh!t, just cause they're quick to lick and spit all on some n!gger's d!ck,
and if ol Dad should catch that @ss, a wrap like all she wrote, but that won't change that Kate took black cojones down her throat.
I see it like the world itself is one white picket fence, with starters in the field and those content to ride the bench,
the big house fenced within contains the remnants of the slaves, who gave their lives for centuries, oppressed by whips and chains.
You won't be hearing Timberlake or Eminem react, pretending to be black has raised the bracket of their tax,
I only speak the facts in fact at Blacks I now will hurl, a few words bout the swirl and livin in a white man's world.
They'll tell you that you're gnarly and they'll tell you that you're cool, right to your face, behind your back they're calling you a fool,
and when I speak of "they" I don't mean ALL the Blanco cats, you're reading this, you're grown, I shouldn't have to tell you that.
There's mixture in ALL races, you have ignorance and smarts, with those who sit atop the fence and those who lack the heart,
to stand along the frontlines with the soldiers when it's war, The Revolution comes you'll find me wielding guns and swords.
I think myself a patriot but I'm not Brady Tom, I'll prob'ly die in heated battle with the racist scum,
who'll have to want to die to kill me, let the war commence, I'd rather lose my life than live behind that picket fence.
©2011
The Cunning Linguist
