You say you hate the shade of my face for my father's sharecrops
But my people were slaves before yours invented hip-hop
Apologize, but I'm in on the joke
Another brother to scoff at the dancing patterns of white folk
I think I'm fine the way I am
And yes I chase my milk with ham
Although we broke our promised land
Jesus died a Jew, pupils painted blue, you haters know it's true
You say you hate the breadth of my nose for my daddy's earlocks
Shunned before you pierced and sold it and called it punk rock
Apologize for the murder of god
Like Judas the traitor we are both favored and deeply flawed
So I'll let it burn away
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