Lyrics:
and white
Someone handed me a cigarette
They offered me my last request
I asked my moral soul be blessed
By someone close to me
I came to him with
from the chill
And by the grace of God
We will be in Massachusetts
You can tell me about the times you spent
In the Rockies and on the plains
Please
And that was some time last September,
It don't give the exact date
[Chorus]
Where the white man does as he pleases
Then the talk turned back
In my Air Max 90s
White Ts, walkin' parental advisory
My transgender cat's Siamese (why?)
Identifies as Black, but acts Chinese
Like
to pass it on
Two years ago, I thought it'd be my last song
Me, Squeaky, Flex and J, on Saratoga Street
Smokin white boys, bumpin dopefiend beats
said there must be a mistake
how can my son not be straight
after all I've said and done for him
Leavin' home on a Greyhound bus
cast out by the ones he
Here we stand waiting on the plain
Darkness has taken the last outpost of the day
Somewhere gunships hunt their illusive prey
And I know inside
a junk food junkie
Good lord have pity on me
Well, at lunchtime
You can always find me
At the Whole Earth Vitamin Bar
Just sucking on my plain white
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wonderin' which ones your last breath
Knowin' there's so much you
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
life
With my head hung down in shame
You know I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
She said, "Here's your one
the right
Fade into a bright white line
Shinin' down on you
Your hangin' on by a thread
Wonderin' which ones your last breath
Knowin' there's so much you
and white.
You are the rich brown earth, and I'm the flowers that grow.
We'll have children (Lua), of the Kingdom (Joshua).
They won't be torn by war, nor
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
away, and at last one day came a squaw with a story strange,
Of a long-deserted line of traps 'way back of the Bighorn range;
Of a little hut by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
I ain't no nigga, fuck that shit
Does everything come out your mouth got to be a 4-letter word?
The way you talk about women is bullshit, plain
know I might have been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
She said, "Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down"
She said,
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
ponds of blood
At last, weak and torn, I went down
Drained from strength, flickering breath
Came with the moon
The wayward in conscious state
wearing off-white but that's alright
This time the hand in hole is gonna last for life
Took a long way 'round to wind up here
After all of the confusion,
be stackin' up white rappers like I'm throwin' gang signs
And I'm buckwild, exposin' the plain truth
You couldn't mess with me, fuckin' shit up in
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