WHITE AMERICA

America! We love you! How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours? The stripes and the stars for the eights that men have died for to protect The women and men who have broke their necks for the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold. (Yo I want ever body to listen to the words of this song) Or so we re are told. I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see, so many motherfuckin people who feel like me who share the same views and the same exact beliefs, it's like a fuckin army marchin in back of me So many lives I touch, so much anger aimed in no particular direction, just sprays and sprays Straight through your radio waves it plays and plays, till it stays stuck in your head for days and days who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleachin my hair, with some peroxide, reachin for a t-shirt to wear that I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this I must've struck a chord, with somebody up in the office, cuz Congress keeps telling me I ain't causin nuthin but problems and now they're sayin I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin it, I shoveled shit all my life and now I'm dumping it on White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself, if they were brown Shady lose, Shady sits on the shelf but Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help, make ladies swoon baby, ooh baby! Look at my sales Lets do the math, If I was black I would've sold half, I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln high School to know that but I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back, gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin studio's at When I was underground, no more gave a fuck I was white, no labels wanted to sign me almost gave up, I was like Fuck it, until I met Dre, the only one to look past, gave me a chance, and I lit a fire up under his ass helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got was probably his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like dawn, we just swapped. Sittin back lookin at shit, wow, I'm like, my skin is it starting to work to my benefit now? White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get See the problem is I speak to suburban kids who otherwise would of never knew these words exist whose moms probably never woulda never gave two squirts of piss, till I created so much motherfuckin turbulence straight out the tube, right into your living rooms I came, and kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in, and they connected with me too because I looked like them that's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope, searchin with a fine tooth comb, its like this rope waitin to choke, tighteing around my throat, watching me while I write this, like I don't like this (Nope) All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy, sponsors working round the clock, to try to stop my concerts early surely hip hop was never a problem in Herlem only in Boston, after it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom so now I'm catchin the flack from these activists when they raggin, actin like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch, or say faggot shit, just look at me like I'm your closest pal, the posterchild, the motherfuckin spokesman now for White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get So to the parents of America I am the derringer aimed at little Erica, to attack her character The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march eight up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the White House and and to burn replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the face in this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you Ms. Cheney! Fuck you Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this divided states of embarassment will allow me to have, Fuck you! I'm just kiddin America, you know I love you.