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