Chorus: Good morning America Big race problem everywhere we are If there’s trouble for minority, it probably ‘cause of ethnicity If colored man is content, he is a bitch You should let it get to you, be pissed I wish I never been born My skin color don’t leave, it’s inborn
Verse 1: I love myself, but I heard about the race issue What the fuck is this? I heard a stereotype about whites oblivious to the plight of dark, poor lives Do they care the slightest with their nice things? Or had to fight to acquire them? Minorities don’t seem to see camaraderie these whites receive from everybody I don’t hate the whites I don’t wait for whites I’ll say my rhymes You can hate what I like Whatever I’ve strived for you don’t try hard to get what I want for example white girls When we do get ‘em hope dad’s cool with him because soon his big beautiful English girl will bring mixed children in this world so they can feel like the different ones
Chorus: Good morning America Big race problem everywhere we are If there’s trouble for minority, it probably ‘cause of ethnicity If colored man is content, he is a bitch You should let it get to you, be pissed I wish I never been born My skin color don’t leave, it’s inborn
Verse 2: I’m a quiet guy I like reading blogs, eating dogs, creeping out girls, feeding my peepers with porn, sneaking peaks at white chicks in dressing rooms Reading books to me is like breathing air for people but we are not the same because they keep teasing me off and on until I am squeezing shots off in college dorms and halls for moi I am so reserved so nice and so shy yet I can’t stand that which is sun lighted I can’t stand beside it America for whiteys I wrote it up on my shit folders, posters, even my chrome four-fifth
Chorus: Good morning America Big race problem everywhere we are If there’s trouble for minority, it probably ‘cause of ethnicity If colored man is content, he is a bitch You should let it get to you, be pissed I wish I never been born My skin color don’t leave, it’s inborn
Verse 3: If I said ‘gook’ you may not give a shit If you’re not vibing to it ya might not live the shit I can’t tell you how many times people tell me I’m a yellow guy like I don’t know my own kind It’s the first thing they see Listen to the words I speak not how I look on the street Call me all the old names you want I’ll seek harder for thangs I want I’m a mongol and a mongrel I make my words sound good, eh-uh I’m in a country that doesn’t love me Once Alex, I’ve come to be a monkey I’ve become free using some key now I’m comfy haunting and hunting honkeys I am subhuman fucking up some humans It’s come to it like he is unruly
