Southern twang over guitars,
countrified millionaire stars.
With a chorus that’s hilarious
A demographic oh so various;
A white dude, black beard,
And a black hat, isn’t that weird?
’Cause they shoot us for the same thing.
Or they brand us a collective,
In a gang, or just defective
So let me put this in perspective:
Chaotic, known to shoot guns: Good?
Exotic, prone to stack funds: Hood?
I swear I just can’t seem to follow it,
We could dumb it down to politics,
Acknowledge it: We’re barely a minority,
So where’s my brothers with authority
Or my sisters with seniority?
Instead, we make up one third of the prison population.
Do you get that implication,
Of being black within this nation?
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