Intro
A#m
Hands up, officer don’t shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
F# D#m A#m
We may never understand each other, it’s no use
F#
We ain’t ever gonna grasp what each other goes through
[Verse 1]
C#m
Black boy, black boy, we ain't gonna lie to you
C#m
Black boy, black boy, we don't like the sight of you
C#m
Pull up on the side of you
C#m
Window rolled down, 'profile'
C#m
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
C#m
We could let you slide but your tail light is blew, out
We know you're hidin' that Heidi Klum
C#m
On you another drug charge, homie, it's back inside for you
C#m
And just in case a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
C#m
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
C#m
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser on the side of you
C#m
Fucked up, but what the fuck am I to do?
I keep tellin' myself, keep doin' like you're doin'
No matter how many lives you ruin
C#m
It's for the red, white and blue
Time to go find a new one and split his head right in two
N.C.
No one's ever indicted you
Why? 'Cause you're a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
C#m
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
C#m
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
C#m
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
C#m
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
[Verse 2]
C#m
Black boy, black boy, we don't get your culture and
C#m
We don't care what our government's done to fuck you over, man
C#m
Don't tell us your attitude's a result of that
C#m
Balderdash, where’d you get the chip on your shoulder at?
C#m
Why you kicking that soda can?
C#m
Pull your pants up, we 'bout to roll up and
Throw your ass in the van cuffed
C#m
You don't have to know our plans or what our intentions are
C#m
Our cards are close to our chest, you better show your hands
C#m
And put our minds more at ease
Or get shot in the thyroid, comply or die, boy
C#m
We're fightin' a crime war, here come the swine
C#m C#m
Tryna clean up the streets from all these minorities
That's what we call 'em pigsties for
They're like eyesores to police
C#m
Talk to you like just a piece of trash
Feels like we're stuck in a time warp to me
Dm
As I kick these facts and get these mixed reactions
Dm
As this beat backspins, it's like we're drifting back in
Dm
To the sixties, having black-skin is risky
Dm
'Cause this keeps happening
N.C.
Throughout history, African-Americans have been treated like shit
And I admit, there have been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a...
[Chorus: Eminem & (Cheech and Chong)]
C#m
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
(My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live)
C#m
White boy, white boy, in your cop car
(But I don't listen to her, 'cause my head is like a sieve)
C#m
White boy, white boy, you're untouchable
(The world's coming to an end, I don't even care)
C#m
Nobody can tell me shit 'cause I'm a (big rockstar)
Pt. II
[Verse 3]
Am Dm
Seems like the average lifespan of a white man
Am
Is more than twice than a black life span
Em Am
I wonder sometimes if it has a price scanner
Am
I feel like checking out on life, can't escape this circumstance
G Am
I'd rather hear 'em say "Die N-word" than Die Antwoord
Am
Ninja, now it's better disguised banter
Dm
But that's life, strapped 'cause we're strapped financially
Dm
And can't find answers
Am
We're applying, but McDonald's
Am
Seems to be the only franchise that'll hire
Am
So how can we have higher standards?
Am
As Dallas overshadows the battle for Black Lives Matter
Am
We fight back with violence but acts like that are
Am
Black eyes on the movement
Am
Which makes black lives madder
At cops and cops madder
Dm
That's why it's at a stalemate
Dm
Can't arrive at a compromise so it's Black Ops
Am
I wonder if we hire more black cops, the crap stops
Am Am
The block is our backyards, officers, not the crack spot
Call the attack dogs off of us, man
Am
You always act all pissed off at us at a traffic stop
Am
And bad cops fuck it up for the good cops, and man, stop
Dm
Sendin' white cops in the black neighborhoods
Dm
Who ain't acclimated to 'em, like that's the way to do it
Am
Who seen some fuckin' videos of rappers waving guns
Am
And know nobody black so they act afraid of us
Am
And that's racism, the fear that a black face gives 'em
Am
B subconscious racist
Wait, why are there black neighborhoods?
Am Am
'Cause America segregated us, designated us to an area
Am
Separated us, Section-Eight'd us
Am
When we tear it up’s the only time attention’s paid to us
Am
And education sucks, and every day's another
Am
Freddie Gray for us, a levy breaks or fuzz
Am
Why is it they treat us like dryer lint?
Am
We just want a safe environment for our kids
Am
But can’t escape the sirens
Am
Don’t take a scientist to see our violent nature lies in
Am
The poverty that we face so the crime rate’s the highest in
Am
The lowest classes, it's like a razor wire fence
Am
And we’re trapped in these racial biases
That plague our society which makes our anxiety levels raise
Every time we see a devil’s face
Am
Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my
Am
It's more like billy clubs and gats
Am
And we really love it when you think we’re guilty ‘cause we’re black
"But you kill each other, facts
Am
You peel each other's caps, for silly stuff like hats”
Am
Single mother strugglin’ through substance abuse
Am
While people with nothin' to lose shoot each other for shoes
Am
Fuck your Republican views
Am
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
Am
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta read comics
Am Am
Or be that into characters, just to see that, just to be black
You better be strapped with a derringer
Am
Or be “capped in America” like Steve Rogers
Dm
'Cause no one oversees these cops and
Dm
All we see is 'em beat charges
Am
We done seen 'em beat Rodney King unconscious, and got off
Am
So we don't need all you crooked police officers' peace offerings
Am Am
Just keep marchin', 'til we reach congress
Am Am
But they're gonna say you're tryin' to take an irrational stance
If you try to slander the flag but
Dm
Somebody has to be the sacrificial lamb
Dm
So they call it a Kaepernick tantrum
If you don't stand for the national anthem
Am
We raise it, you better praise it
Am
Or you'll be made to feel like a traitor, we'll
Treat you like Rodney Dangerfield
Am
Home of the brave is still racist 'ville
Am
So this whole nation feels like a plantation field
Am Am
In a country that claims that its foundation was based on United States ideals
That had its Natives killed
Got you singin' this star-spangled spiel
Am
To a piece of cloth that represents the "Land of the Free" that made people slaves to build
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