They say I'm White, so I have nothin' to rage against.
They say I'm White, so my rhymes don't make no sense.
They say I'm White, so I can't complain about that or this.
They say I'm White, well f*ck'em, I'll give 'em a twist.
I got my hand on my gun, they got me on the run.
I'm just another White Boy out lookin' for fun.
See the Blacks cap me down, She-black, she-black, Bam!
An' the cops cuff me up, they just as bad as I am.
See, in times like these, there's a lot of things to think about,
An' if you give it a while, the shit starts to make you scream and shout.
Don't hold it in - just let it all out
It's better than tryin' to figure out what it's really all about.
Yeah, I'm a White Boy, you got a problem with that?
Don't wanna call me a dog,- fine - then call me a cat.
See us White Boys got flowz, too, my whole crew'll dispose you
'Til your gang colors turn black and blue.
Say White men can't jump and White men can't rap,
Larry Bird and Eminem already proved that's bull crap.
Gotta stay strapped just to stay in the game,
Let people know my name, 'cause I don't feel no shame.
Think I'm controversial - give me the blame.
Doesn't matter, 'cause I'm White,- I'll still act the same.

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