Urban Kris - White America lyrics

[Intro] America (America), we love you (we love you) How many people are proud to be citizens of this beautiful country of ours The stripes and the stars for the rights 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 everybody to listen to the words of this song) Or so we're told [Verse 1] I never woulda dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherf**in' people, who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a f**ing army marching in back of me So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays 'til it stays stuck in your head, for days and days Who woulda thought, standing in this mirror bleaching my hair With some peroxide, reaching 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 musta struck a chord with somebody up in the office 'Cause Congress keep telling me, I ain't causing nothing but problems And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government, I'm lovin' it I shoveled sh** all my life, and now I'm dumping it on [Hook] White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my sh** 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 sh** I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get [Verse 2] Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown Shady'd 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! Let's do the math: if I was black, I woulda sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so f** school, I'm too cool to go back Gimme the mic, show me where the f**in' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a f** I was white No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up I was like, "f** it" Until I met Dre, the only one to look past Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his a** 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 damn; we just swapped: sitting back, looking at sh**, wow I'm like my skin is just starting to work to my benefit now? It's [Hook] White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my sh** 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 sh** I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get [Verse 3] See the problem is, I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise woulda never knew these words exist Whose mom's probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss 'Till I created so much motherf**in' 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 Searching with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat Watchin' 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 Harlem only in Boston After it bothered the fathers of daughters starting to blossom So now I'm catchin' the flak from these activists when they raggin' Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a b**h or say f*ggot, sh** Just look at me like I'm your closest pal The posterchild, the motherf**in' spokesman now, for [Hook] White America, I could be one of your kids White America, little Eric looks just like this White America, Erica loves my sh** 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 sh** I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get [Outro] 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 right up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the White House To burn the ​​flag​​ and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy f** you Ms. Cheney, f** you Tipper Gore f** you with the freest of speech This Divided States of Embarra**ment will allow me to have f** you! Hahaha, I'm just playing, America You know I love you