{Willie D}
Mama's outside, barbecuing ribs and links
It's Juneteenth, but to me it don't mean stink
It's a day of emancipation, but everybody wonder why
Willie ain't celebrating
But things ain't perfect
I'm looking beyond the surface
So instead of drinking beer, and playing Dominoes
I'm sitting in the room with my eyes closed

(chorus - K-Rino - some Jamaican)
White man and the mental yet ta black ol'shade
White man and the mental yet ta blacd ol'shade?
For tellin' black mon no matta the dum'smarta rich
If the matta mo'mon jus a white mon's bitch
De givin us crack to let the ghetto people
Coming to the problem of the world
Blaming racial discrimination when they fuckin' up the self
Willie D slap the thigh, and K-Rino crack despise
Black mon get the government dick out ya eyez

(Willie D)
Follow me now, see, as I get a little deeper
They think I'm a drug dealer, cause I wear a beeper
But if I wasn't black, and I talked all proper
They probably think I was a doctor
I try to have the finest things in life
But when I get'em, they say I'm not living right
They search my house and car for no reason
Like it's muthafuckin' goddamn n***a season
And it is when U think about it
They hurt yo'ass, treat U like an animal, and bragg about it
It's like a cop turnin' vicious as a 12-gauge
No wonder why he gets his picture on the front page
Now even if you're light, and damn near white
You'll get smoked, B-cuz yo' in the same boat tryin'
To surround yourself with white
Folks in your video
Like Paula Abdul she's a silly ho
Although U only might be one-percent black troop
They still consider you a mook
But she say's she ain't black, so how da'FUCK she figga?
Yo bitch, u still a n***a