Good Morning America

[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 peeks 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
Uh-oh, 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