Lyrics:
even three
Maybe even five gsp
Will get fucked up by mr bones jones
But bones jones would lose mr silva
But they would all get fucked up by bruce lee
But
Amazin' man got a letter from a Asian fan
He asked, "Was I black
Was I gon' play Japan soon?"
Wrote back, "Yes", danced in the shower
Got dressed old
lil' white kid shot up a school again (Crazy)
These shootings be gettin' committed by white people
So why the fuck police still shootin' up my people?
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to anoint their brain
to the vanishing point, so they won't go insane
[Prince
weed high
(jim jones)
my momma allways told me aim for the sky
So I came out aimin bangin at guys
It was mainly slangin kane by the pies
And the fiends
White collar preach prosper but they still false profit
Politicians posture poach pockets of the paupers
Progress held hostage by the faces on the dollars
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
First class 5 years old 7 forty 7
Being served by white chicks that look like Mae West
Looking like Madonna, 1986
My mind is on some Einstein mathematics
floats, then i'm gone
Hide me in a grave or somethin'
No goodnights, don't see no lights
I guess the end is comin'
Always ignored by the kind of gold, by
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
black
How many
How many know what that mean
How many really bout the biz
How many really down for war
How many whites gone get down
How many blacks gone
corrupt
Nation in the world
35 years old that's what that nation is now
Here's America, 226 years old 30 years ago
Black folk got the right to
Vote you're
The black song, some people may think that that's wrong
But they don't know about the wall that our backs on
Wax off wax on
White sheets from black
and hate, black and white
Right or wrong, who is right?
Some smoke joints to anoint their brain
to the vanishing point, so they won't go insane
[Prince
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
I'm a loser, a wannabe at least thats what they say
I could try to fade to black but then
I would only find gray
I'm tired of trying everything
white just
Like fight night we be weighin' in
P.d is ma pieces 20 karats Jesus say amen
Tricked of with my new bitch
She was half black and Malaysian
guilty, he ate Casey Kasem's ass
From band stand I can't
Stand the man's past
From black to white a pointy nose
A kabuki grill robotic nobody knows
Except
Why do we get judged by the color of our skin
Black, White, and Brown, but we All American
They want us divided that's the
Only way they win i just
songs
The green blue and brown and the black and white shuffled in side by side
We're all lining the bullnose at the old wolf's pine,
We ain't lost too
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