Coincidental Racist

When I was in the 3rd grade I thought that I was black 'Cause I couldn't swim Destined for a life of fly clothes and golden rims Told my mom the news with pride in my chest She's like Rucka you never been arrested Or failed a drug test, you crazy Ha, guess she had a point ain't she I remember adding it all up together in my mind I'm a straight A student taking all honors and AP And I can't watch full house if my grades fall behind Guess I really am white And that's all I'll ever be In a world where it's cooler to be a minority Where you could dance and you could rap If you're African or Black But as a cracker what you do is automatically just whack Man it's hard, when even Obama won't acknowledge The white half of him that got his ass through college And the only white person working on CNN Is a smelly lame crooker tooth bloody Englishman Man fuck him And I can't change That I'm rich and white That I live in a good neighborhood And I can't change That I'm rich and white That I live in a good neighborhood With my wife and car and doc It stinks being white It stinks being white But it keeps me employed And finding a job is hard Have you read the tweets On the trending topics lately? "Fuck you Zimmerman, you fat faggoty cracker" It's like for every hate tweet George gets He gets a calorie fatter Does it matter That he took a black girl to the prom Or that he got a Mexican cleaning lady for a mom Nah, just call him White And he becomes our problem Killing Trayvon means the same thing as racist It's the same shit they did when Michael Jackson touched a kid Oh he's White but he'll be Black when he dies and we forgive him And how did Paula Dean learn them racist words in the kitchen? If you ask me black and white isn't no different They're the same thing So I stay out of trouble When I see black and white people It's just like I'm seeing double If you profile Blacks as more likely to be criminals You rob them of the right to walk home eating skittles Drinking watermelon flavored AriZona You shoot 'em and the five-o shows up For some high fives and donuts Think it's time we finally have a honest racist discussion The 99% of our time we talk about race is not enough It should be a hundred "Uh, 35 years ago, I was Trayvon Martin, I changed my name to Barack Hussein so I could run for president Of Pakistan Where I was born" And I can't change That I'm rich and white And I went to a good private school Where I learned to read and write It stinks being white It stinks being white But it keeps me alive When I'm walking home at night Justice for Trayvon I'm pissed that you're gone Wish we could of have shared a bag of skittles and a bong But some things went wrong Now you're up in heaven I bet Bin Laden works the counter there at 7 eleven And Zimmerman You should apologize to Trayvon's mom Find a way to say you're sorry Coming straight from the heart And a gift certificate to bed bath and beyond Won't fix everything But it'll be a very nice way to start Let the black kids walk home From the store with munchies 'Cause from whatever race you are We all came from monkeys It's time we get along It's the we spread the love This song is for Trayvon up above And I can't change That I'm rich and white And I sit in Caribou Writing on my laptop And I can't change That I'm rich and white And I'm afraid of black people When I'm walking home at night Rest in Peace Trayvon You're my boy, my boy, my boy You're my boy blue!