“I’m Not Racist”

by Joyner Lucas

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Lời Giới Thiệu 2:

 

10/01/2020

 

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Lời Giới Thiệu 1:

 

Sáng sớm hôm nay, khi đưa thằng con trai đi học, thằng con đưa cho bố xem một cái “Video Clip” trên “YouTube” như được tôi “posted” ở trên đây.

Tôi đã xem đi xem lại cái “clip” này trên một chục lần và thấy có nhiều vấn đề xã hội tạm gọi là “nhậy cảm” được trình bày một cách tài tình… Bởi vì có nhiều vấn đề xã hội dù mọi người đều thấy là sự thật rõ ràng rồi nhưng không thể nói trước công khai công chúng được- Ở Việt Nam thì dễ bị ở tù; còn ở Mỹ sẽ bị chỉ trích, bị đe dọa bởi một thiểu số quá khích?! (hoặc có thể bị mất việc!)

Xin quý vị dành chút thời giờ xem qua cho biết; nếu không ngại một số các tiếng chửi thề tục (“foul language!”)  Trong trường hợp lời “Rap” đi nhanh quá, quý vị có thể đọc lại lời (“lyrics“) tôi ghi ở ngay bên dưới để hiểu rõ ràng hơn….

 

Enjoy!

 

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Trần Văn Giang

12/20/2017

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Lyrics

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I’m Not Racist Lyrics – by Joyner Lucas

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[Verse 1 – White man’s]
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With all due respect

I don’t have pity for you black niggas, that’s the way I feel

Screamin’ “Black Lives Matter”

All the black guys rather be deadbeats than pay your bills

Yellin’ “Nigga this” and “Nigga that”

Call everybody “Nigga” and get a nigga mad

As soon as I say “Nigga” then everyone react

And wanna swing at me and call me racist ’cause I ain’t black

Well pound that then

Talkin’ about slavery like you was around back then

Like you was pickin’ cotton off the fuckin’ ground back then

Like you was on the plantation gettin’ down back then

Aight, look

I see a black man aimin’ his gun

But I’d rather see a black man claimin’ his son

And I don’t mean just for one day and you done

I mean, you still trapped in a rut

And I work my ass off and I pay my taxes for what?

So you can keep livin’ off free government assistance?

Food stamps for your children, but you’re still tryna sell ’em

For some weed and some liquor or a fuckin’ babysitter

While you party on the road ’cause you ain’t got no fuckin’ goals?

You already late

You motherfuckas needa get your damn priorities straight

Wait, it’s like you’re proud to be fake

But you lazy as fuck and you’d rather sell drugs

Than get a job and be straight, and then you turn around and complain

About the poverty rate? Fuck outta my face!

You can’t escape problems

You can pray for some change but can’t break a dollar

Got nobody else to blame, so you blame Donald

“They fuck the world with a Make America Great condom”

My voice been back

I’m not racist, my sister’s boyfriend’s black

I’m not racist, my sister-in-law’s baby cousin Tracy

Got a brother and his girlfriend’s black

My head’s in the cloud

Heard there’s not enough jobs for all the men in your house

Maybe we should build a wall to keep the Mexicans out

Or maybe we should send ’em all to the ghetto for now

I’m not racist, and I never lie

But I think there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine

I worship the Einsteins, study the Steve Jobs

But you ride 2Pac’s dick like he was a fuckin’ god, oh my god!

And all you care about is rappin’

And stuntin’ and bein ratchet, and that’s the nigga within you

Music rotting your brain and slowly start to convince you

Then you let your kids listen and then the cycle continues

Blame it all on the menu, blame it on those drinks

Blame it on everybody except for your own race

Blame it on white privileges, blame it on white kids

And just blame it on white citizens, same with the vice president

Bunch of class clowns

Niggas kneelin’ on the field, that’s a flag down

How dare you try to make demands for this money?

You gon’ show us some respect, you gon’ stand for this country, nigger!

I’m not racist

I’m just prepared for this type of war

I heard Eminem’s rap at the awards, who’s he fightin’ for?

Y’all can take that motherfucker too, he ain’t white no more

It’s like you wanna be so famous

You’ll do anything for attention and a little payment

I can’t take you nowhere without people pointin’ fingers

Pants hangin’ off your ass, you ain’t got no home trainin’?

Put your fuckin’ pants up, nigga! Put that suit back on!

Take that du-rag off! Take that gold out your mouth!

Quit the pitiful stuff

And then maybe police would stop killin’ you fucks

Yo, what the fuck?! I’m not racist

It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but split into two floors

I’m not racist

But there’s two sides to every story, I wish that I knew yours

I wish that I knew yours

I’m not racist. I swear.

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[Verse 2 – The Black Man’s]

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With all disrespect

I don’t really like you white motherfuckers, that’s just where I’m at

Screaming “All Lives Matter”

Is a protest to my protest, what kind of shit is that?

And that’s one war you’ll never win

The power in the word “Nigga” is a different sin

We shouldn’t say it but we do, and that just what it is

But that don’t mean that you can say it just ’cause you got nigga friends

Nigga, that word was originated for you to keep us under

And when we use it, we know that’s just how we greet each other

And when you use it, we know there’s a double meaning under

And even if I wasn’t picking cotton physically

That don’t mean I’m not affected by the history

My grandmomma was a slave, that shit gets to me

And you ain’t got no motherfucking sympathy, you pussy nigga!

I’m sorry you can never feel my life

Tryna have faith, but I never felt alright

It’s hard to elevate when this country’s ran by whites

Judging me by my skin color and my blackness

Tryna find a job but ain’t nobody call me back yet

Now I gotta sell drugs to put food in my cabinet

You crackers ain’t slick, this is all a part of your tactics

Don’t talk about no motherfucking taxes

When I ain’t making no dough

You think you know everything but you don’t

You wanna copy our slang and everything that we know

Tryna steal black culture and then make it your own, whoa

Fuck, I’m exhausted

I can’t even drive without the cops tryna start shit

I’m tired of the systematic racism bullshit

All you do is false shit, this the shit that I’m forced with

And you don’t know shit about my people, that’s what bothers you

You don’t know about no fried chicken and no barbecue

You don’t know about the two-step or no loose change

You don’t know about no 2 Chainz or no Kool-Aid, you don’t know!

And even though Barack was half as black

You hated president Obama, I know that’s a fact

You couldn’t wait to get him out and put a cracker back

And then you gave us Donald Trump and now it’s payback for that

I’m not racist, I never lied

But I know there’s a disconnect between your culture and mine

Yeah, I praise 2Pac like he was a fuckin’ god

He was fighting for his life way before he fuckin’ died, nigga, die nigga!

And all you care about is money and power

And being ugly and that’s the cracker within you

Hatred all in your brain, it slowly start to convince you

And then you teach it to your children until the cycle continue

Blame it on Puerto Rico, blame it on OJ

Blame it on everybody, except for your own race

Blame it on black niggas and blame it on black citizens

Aim at the black businesses, I ain’t saying I’m innocent

But, I might be any day now

Treatin’ everybody how you want and any way how

I swear North Korea ’bout to bomb us any day now

And now I’m duckin’ everytime I hear a fuckin’ plane now, shit

You know I make a lot of sense but you just can’t admit it

When Eminem went against Trump, that was the illest

‘Cause even though he’s white, he let us know he standin’ with us

I’m not racist, but I cry a lot

You don’t know what it’s like to be in a frying pot

You don’t know what it’s like to mind your business

And get stopped by the cops and not know if you ’bout to die or not

You worry ’bout your life, so you take mine

I love you but I fuckin’ hate you at the same time

I wish we could trade shoes or we could change lives

So we could understand each other more but that’d take time

I’m not racist

It’s like we livin’ in the same buildin’ but splittin’ the both sides

I’m not racist

But there’s two sides to every story and now you know mine.
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[Outro]

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Can’t erase the scars with a bandage
I’m hopin’ maybe we can come to an understandin’
Agree to disagree, we could have an understandin’
I’m not racist…

 

Joyner Lucas

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We are all human until Race disconnected us.
Religion separated us.

Politics divided us.
And wealth classified us.

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