I don't care what ya skin color is you a n-word
If you eat and get sleepy you a part of my species
You ever drank a quarter water?
Ever got a WIC check?
Come late, leave early, credit ain't fixed yet?
Work for a white man, pray to a white God?
Wanna live the white dream? Might seem quite odd
That you upset when you hearin' this now
Til you count how many times you say the word out loud
Try sayin brother for a week, yo I tried to
It sounded weak when I would say, “What up my dude?”
Cause I be around crackers on the train
And they don't ever call themselves crackers yo its strange
But when we not around and they say they just playin'
They'll imitate us and play the "I'm a n-word" game
“What up myn-word,” says Brad to his friend
Steve says. “I'm chillin my n-word,” they both grin
And laugh cause they know it's so funny just to hear
The word come out smooth as a term of endearment
But what's even funnier is no one is near
Of color cause if they was they'd be mad and they'd care
But that's the same word you was callin ya self
I guess it ain't funny we took off the red monkeys...
And the bathing apes...
This is probably the worst song I've made to date
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