I aint black, I dont pretend to be,
i talk back, i might offend a G,
and the vibes they be sendin me,
they dont see a white friend in me,
just some wigger rhymin endlessly,
i dont care tho, my friends think im dope,
they love my raps, cant get enough of what i wrote,
they all go silent when my lyrics are spoke,
i put on shows so hot the place goes up in smoke,
i go to a school thats mostly white,
and its cool a ghostly sight,
can write this rap shit all night,
and if they laugh its alright,
they dont tho, despite,
half my rhymes invite,
critisim and insight,
from some playas who know whats right,
i expect fall out but minimal,
when i scrawl out thoughts subliminal,
bout bein real not criminal,
see i aint the white boy you'd expect,
aint no ghetto star lookin for respect,
nor im a some rich bitch feedin off his parents check,
truth is inside im a mental wreck,
a fundemental threat,
to a low rental vet,
whoem i aint never met,
whose endevour still aint set,
but hes clever, and u can bet,
hell attack at me, stab at me, smoke crack and then blab at me,
hes poor and dirty, im poor and clean, i guess im unworthy,
to compete in this rap theme,
but what the fuck ever u can be black or caucasian,
a rich kid or to poor to offord play station,
this hip hop worlds like the nazis invadin,
every fuckin household, now the kids are misbehavin,
not followin the racial norms their parents gave them,
and thats got parents hatin,
they think blacks are still slaves men,
no respect to be shown for their trades, then
why should their youth respect them,
i aint confused my intellects the problem,
whites and blacks alike see us and scream stop them,
i guess raps are ruinin whites while whites are ruinin raps,
in hip hop u anint real less u from the ghetto black and strapped,
neway ive rhymed too long, no need to go on, my minds a minefeild, watch ur step when i flow on