Lyrics: Racially Yours
| 01: truth 02: holidays 4 king 03: sorry i'm white 04: white guy 05: 400 years 06: racially yours 07: now you know you're black 08: white like me 09: my slave 10: freedom 11: whitefully dead 12: blackman, blackman 13: full of monkeys |
14: i had a dream 15: revolution 16: massa 17: darkmeat 4 sale 18: the flag 19: an unwanted child & a wanted man 20: 2 blacks don't make a white 21: the purification of the race 22: you're a bigot 23: the blue-eyed devil & the brown-eyed angel 24: uncle sam loves u 25: prejudiced |
TRUTH:
it's about time you found out the truth
i never did, i never will love you
you wouldn't know the truth
if it bit you on the ass
the truth's so far from you
and it's movin' mighty fast
find a mirror, get a load of the truth
in order to love you i'd need a stiff drink
preferably with vermouth
you wouldn't know the truth
if it bit you on the ass
the truth's so far from you
and it's movin' mighty fast
the truth
HOLIDAYS 4 KING:
i will wear this chain and ball with pride
still there will be no more holidays
no more holidays for king
where is Lincoln when you need him?
he's not around well
he's underground somewhere
i will shove this spade in the dirt with pride
still there will be no more holidays
no more holidays for king
where is Lincoln when you need him?
he's not around well
he's underground somewhere
still there will be no more holidays
no more holidays for king
still there will be no more holidays
no more holidays for king
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SORRY I'M WHITE:
some were left in the sun too long
and some got too much shade
my forefathers are not me i said
i'm sorry, sorry, so sorry that i'm white
i'm sorry, sorry, i don't want to fight tonight
all this gold that you flash about
i'm not that envious
and if i dropped my drawers you'd win
i'm sorry, sorry, so sorry that i'm white
i'm sorry, sorry, i don't want to fight
how can light beat the night?
no, i don't want to fight
i'm sorry, sorry, so sorry that i'm white
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WHITE
GUY:
i killed 'em white guy
'cause he played too rough
i killed 'em up white guy
the white guy, the right guy
for all the wrong stuff
i've done nothing wrong
stay away from my home
your chains didn't hold
take your hands off my bones
i killed 'em white guy
'cause he maimed too much
i killed 'em up white guy
the white guy, the right guy
for all the wrong stuff
i'm sorry white guy
but you play too rough
i'm sorry white guy
the white guy, yeah right guy
for nothing at all
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400
YEARS:
four hundred years i have suffered for you
four hundred years i have slaved
four hundred years i have suffered for you
i will never again
and i know that you're kind to your own kind
and i know i'm the color of dirt to you
but four hundred years i have suffered for you
four hundred years i have slaved
four hundred years i have suffered for you
i will never again
and i know that it's wrong to kill
i've heard them say
and i know i never will
you hope, you wish so i say
four hundred years i have suffered for you
four hundred years i have slaved
four hundred years i have suffered for you
i will never a-
i will never a-
i will never again
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RACIALLY YOURS:
does it matter dark or light
or light or dark or dark or light? 'cause
i'm racially yours 'til the end of time
i'm racially yours for a shoeshine
does it matter barbecue or chicken
cornbread, watermelon?
i'm racially yours
you're to be applauded for singing in a church
and bringing us rock n' roll
i'm to be applauded for picking cotton
while the sun burnt me and my soul
i'm racially yours 'til the end of time
i'm racially yours
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NOW YOU KNOW YOU'RE BLACK:
have you ever been hit in the face with a snowball?
you could use a face wash
now you know you're black
what was that old story about Jesus ago so long?
they always talked about his father
yet they got the color wrong
i had a white, a maid, a butler, a slave
demands will be made
reparations will be paid
what was that old story about Jesus ago so long?
they always talked about his father
yet they got the color wrong
have you ever been hit in the face with a snowball?
you could use a face wash
now you know you're black
now you know you're black
now you know you're
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WHITE LIKE ME:
the picket fence is painted white
just like the clowns
upon this Earth walking around
white like me
all of the clouds look down
when my clothes are brown
in this bright city of ghosts
who has the most?
white like me
if i had to come back
as an animal
i'd be a polar bear
white like me
'cause everyone
around the world
looks awful cross at a zebra
all of the clouds look down
when my clothes are brown
in this bright city of ghosts
who has the most?
white like me
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MY
SLAVE:
when your work is over
i will let you play
but 'til your work is over
this railroad's in the way
you must bale some hay
my slave
there's some sweat upon your brow wipe it off
smiling is not allowed wipe it off
when your back is broken
i will let you play
but 'til your back is broken
there's cotton to be picked
i said right away
my slave
there's some blood upon your cheek wipe it off
you are starting to reek wipe it off
my slaves
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FREEDOM:
the cage is broken
it's written in the sky
in spray painted letters
the black dove must fly
and when he's flyin' up there
don't shoot him down
or you'll go down
talkin' 'bout freedom
in a world full of beasts
talkin' 'bout freedom
who has the least?
the shackles now wear
a different man
so let the black dove fly
out of your hand
and when he's flyin' up there
don't shoot him down
or you'll go down
talkin' 'bout freedom
in a world full of ghosts
talkin' 'bout freedom
who has the most now?
talkin' 'bout freedom
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WHITEFULLY DEAD:
now that the white man's dead and gone
we can sing a happy song
now that the blue-eyed devil's done
we can only have some fun
watch as the black man reigns
now that the white man's six foot under
we can all go plunder, plunder
take everything, take anything
now that the black man's in all his glory
it will be a different story
witness the black man's reign
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BLACKMAN, BLACKMAN:
black man, black man where's your shame?
through the mud with the white man's name
white man, white man what went wrong?
your reign could only last so long
a black man's heaven is a white man's hell
i want my rights, i am black
just shut your mouth and get in back
white man's head on the end of a stick
pay him back that fucking prick
black is white is right is wrong
humanity sings such a sad, sad song
a black man's heaven is a white man's hell
a white man's heaven is a black man's hell
a black man's heaven is
a white man's heaven is
a black man's heaven is
a white man's heaven is hell
but it doesn't have to be
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FULL OF MONKEYS:
now, now, now, it's alright
there's been a change overnight
well, i'll be a monkey's uncle
you just might have to be
the white house is filled with monkeys
if they can't read, how can they run the country?
if they can't write, they belong in the country
if they can't spell, to the zoo they will go
g-o-o
in the oval office
president swings from his tire
he's got an idea
he'll make this place match his face
the black house is full of monkeys
if they can't vote, how can they pick a banana?
if they can't count, how can they peel a banana?
if they can't spell
b-a-n-a-n-a
if they can't read, how can they run the country?
if they can't write, they belong in the country
if they can't spell, to the zoo they will go
z-o-o
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I
HAD A DREAM:
'twas the oven of life
i had no say, so sorry, but i was made this way
like a pawn i worked away, no pay, but i was made to pay
i had a dream but it turned to stone,
and all the flowers are now overgrown
on the grave.
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REVOLUTION:
no one knows you
no one listens
so you fix yourself up
and you make up your face
you once ruled
but something had to happen
revo revo revo revo revolution
revo revo revo revo revolution
all this noise
and no one listens
revo revo revo revo revolution
revo revo revo revo revolution
so you fix yourself up
and you make up your face
revo revo revo revo revolution
revo revo revo revo revolution
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MASSA:
massa massa massa let me read
massa massa don't keep me down
massa massa the sweat does bead
massa massa i ain't your clown
massa massa massa hear me out
massa massa have no doubt
massa massa i will rise again
massa massa i ain't your friend
i ain't your fool no more
massa massa i will watch you bleed
massa massa until your dry
massa massa massa i believe
massa massa your turn to die
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DARKMEAT 4 SALE
every week it's the same
dark meat for sale
and like others i know
it's hard to pass up a sale
and at the very least
she'll keep me warm
nine months to the day
field hand is born
everyone looks the same
dark meat for sale
no one has a last name
"x" marks the sale
there's a fork around your neck
forks are for food
it was just a joke
to lighten the mood
there's a song in the air
the boys start to sing
it's as if through their words
they're plotting something
every week it's the same
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THE
FLAG:
who made the flag red, white and blue?
color's one thing and skin's another
so, brother, let's make the flag
red, white and black
red's for the Indian, also blood
white's the one took us through the mud
and black ain't no color at all
who made this country?
what's it stand for?
i understand it stands for peace not war
so, brother, let's make the flag
red, white and black
they talk about an uprising, i don't know
some say rain, some say snow
so, brother, let's make the flag
red, white and black
so, brother, let's make the flag
red, white and black
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AN UNWANTED CHILD & A WANTED
MAN:
an unwanted child and a wanted man
are one and the same
the prowler and the lamb
brought up in the ghetto
where nothing changes much
souls are sold for money
and love is out of luck
given birth for some unknown cause
looking around for
ma and pa
given two choices
a broom or a mop
i'll take the broom
and sweep this white trash up
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2 BLACKS DON'T MAKE A WHITE:
happy today
blame the blessing of danger
the hypocrisy of the gallows
and the whore
if i could
i'd make white black
and black white
every white has his black
two blacks don't make a white
happy happy
two blacks don't make a white
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THE PURIFICATION OF THE RACE:
it's wrong to interfere with what we've got
would a chimpanzee make it with a dog
i don't think so, i don't think so
the purification of the race
should not be tampered with
should not be tampered with at all
it's wrong to interfere with what we've got
would a spider make it with a rose
would a tiger make it with a toad
i don't think so, i don't think so
the purification of the race
should not be tampered with
should not be tampered with at all
it's wrong to interfere with what we've got
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YOU'RE A BIGOT:
you hurt me
be big about it
big about it
big about it
big about it
yeah, you destroyed my character
be big about it
big about it
big about it
big about it
yeah yeah yeah yeah you're a bigot
yeah yeah yeah yeah you're the only one
yeah yeah yeah yeah you're a bigot
out to have some fun at my expense
you're cast out
be big about it
big about it
big about it
big about it
castrated with barbed wire
be big about it
big about it
big about it
big about it
my feelings are the only ones that matter
my healings will stop all your chatter
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THE BLUE-EYED DEVIL &
THE BROWN-EYED ANGEL:
all the time while on the cross
you had a white heart
favoring one race, keepin' us apart
reduced to loving you
racially dissected, white and un-proud
racial spirituals, divinity denied
the streets of hell are unequaled
in heaven the blue-eyed devil
and the brown-eyed angel
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UNCLE SAM LOVES YOU:
it's time to meet your maker
Uncle Sam loves you
Uncle Sam loves you
i will set you free
i will set you free
it's time to meet your maker
Uncle Sam loves you
Uncle Sam loves you
i have set you free
i have set you free
so love me
love me now
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PREJUDICED:
i've been callin' 'em colored for years
and still they call me prejudiced
when aids broke out
i cried alongside the queers
and still they call me prejudiced
i pissed on the quilt i had to go
and they call this a free country
and still they call me prejudiced
and still they call me prejudiced
the injuns want their land back
what's for trade? a teepee?
i'll bet you wampum your hairstyle is out
and still they call me prejudiced
i pissed on the peace pipe i had to go
and they call this a free country
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