Nana Kwabena - White n***as lyrics

[Uncle Palmwine] Jidenna Our people say, some men draw a circle around themselves Other men draw a circle around their family, hmm? Then there are also men who have decided to draw their own circle around their kinsmen- their tribe Are you getting me? Hmm? But the greatest men - like your uncle - we draw our circle around the circumference of the entire world [Verse 1] Say if you and your wife, Madeline Were treated just like mine All the anchors on ABC Nightline would speak about white crime We'd see videos every night of handcuffed white boys in the night time Hope you know how to fight crime 911's no longer your life line That's a ticket to a cell White n***a I wish you well Remember never kiss and tell Or take a sip from the snitching well And you will miss the Zinfandel The lawns and picket fences Soccer moms and christmas presentS Goodbye to Martha's Vineyard You in a rougher spot here Reflect on how you got there The law had you in crosshair Stop and frisk your kids playing street hockey in lacrosse gear Son was barely even selling, but when he returns the whole suburb would brandhim as a felon Can't get no job, he can't vote Family name's ashamed, though he was targeted, we force him to take the blame As all the blacks just walk past with their yoga mats Eating their kale like all's well in the cul-de-sac [Chorus] White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa [Verse 2] Bribes and quotas driving the soldiers to hara** ‘em Last week of the month, they seeking the young, sweeping them up in the wagon And in the subway, everyday, white girls arrested at random Cops looking for pills, mother be poppin' so many she never gaggin' Her life is lagging, wifey has been quite antagonistic Titties saggin', kids are naggin', acting like some b**hes Do some dishes or something Husband used to do them, yeah, but he's rarely there Got various business affairs, busy with affairs And she's got her would be career Percocets are near, some dry gin or Vicodin She could have predicted that the Feds would come for her just like for him But she was addicted, the biggest fiends today are white women Middle aged, middle cla** as you know ‘Twas the same when they blazed opium back in Jim Crow Okie doke, smokie smoke And she need that dopie dope, just to cope But they'd rather see her in those orange clothes Where's the hope, for the [Chorus] White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa [Verse 3] They found you out They surround your house They caught you while you were knocked, down for the count And now they coming for ya, make sure you hide your daughter Her skin is light, her eyes are bluer plus her hair is blonder They known for k**ing those children, and they'll just get acquitted Claiming the girl is armed, though they know damn well she isn't That's why some girls are picking up the heat And that leads to all the white-on-white crime flooding the streets Suddenly there's a... [*Knocking of Police*] “Columbia Police search warrant! Columbia Police search warrant!” [*Knocking of Police*] “Kick it open” They kick in the door, knocking over your golf clubs Poppin' your dog up in the mug, spilling your Napa Valley Wine all over all your Persian rugs, now her blood is boiling They rush her while she flushing all her d** down the toilet [Chorus] White b**hes, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White b**hes, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa White n***as, Whiiiite n**gaaaaaa