[Intro] America! Ha ha! We love you so much. So many people are proud to be citizens This beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars All the rights that men have died for to protect? All the men and women who have broke their necks The freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold… or so we're told... (I need everybody to listen to the words of this song) [Verse 1] I never dreamed in a million years I'd see So many dumb ass fucking people who feel like me Who have the same views and the share same exact beliefs It's like a god damned army marching together with me There so many lives I touched, so much anger damn With no particular direction, just sprays and sprays Straight through the radio waves, it plays and plays Until it stays stuck in your head for days and days Who would've thought lookin' in this mirror, bleaching my hair With the peroxide, reaching for white t-shirt to wear That I could catapult to the front of rap like this? How could I know my words would have result like this? Did I struck a chord with somebody up in the office? Since Congress keep telling me I ain't making nothing but problems Now they're sayin' I'm messing with the government I'm loving it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm throwing it on them [Chorus] White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (been there) White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little baby Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (I really went there) [Verse 2] Look at my eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown, Shady lose, Shady sleeps on the shelf But Shady cute, Shady knows Shady dimples could help Make ladies swoon, baby, Ooh, baby! Look at the sales Let's do the math: And I was Black, I would sell half I'd graduate from Franklin High School to know that But I can rap, so fuck school, I'm too good to go back Give me the mic, show me where the studio's at When I was rapping, no one gave a F I was White No labels signed me, I almost gave up, I was like "Fuck that," until I met Dre, the one to look past Gave me one chance and I put a fire up under his ass Made him get back to the top, every black fan that I got Was probably exchange for every White fan that we got Hey damn, we just swapped, sitting back not doing shit, wow I'm like wow, my skin is starting to work to my benefits now? It's— [Chorus] White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (been there) White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little baby Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (I really went there) [Verse 3] You see, problem is, speaking to suburban kids Who would have never knew that these words exist Whose dumb moms probably would never gave a squirt of piss But I created so much motherF' turbulence Right out the tube, straight into your living rooms I came Then kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre It's all it took, and they were instantly hooked in And connected with me because I looked just like them So they put my lyrics up under the microscope Searching with a fine band new tooth comb, just like a rope ready to choke, tightening right around my throat Watching me closely while I write this: "We don't like this note!" All I see is: lyrics, lyrics, chorus, controversy, constant adversy Working around the clock to stop my concerts early You see hip-hop was not a problem in Harlem, only in Boston So the fathers of daughters started to blossom That's why catching flak from these activists when they nagging Like I'm the first to smack a bitch or gaygot, sheet Bro just trust me "I'm your best pal" The first poster child, the motherfucking spokesman, yo, for— [Chorus] White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (been there) White America! I might be one of your kids White America! Little baby Eric looks just like me White America! Erica loves my sheet I go to T.R.L., look how many hugs I get (I really went there) [Outro] To all parents of America, I am the Messenger Scoped at baby Erica to destroy her character The boss of this circus of worthless pawns Here to lead the march right up to the stairs of Congress And piss on the beautiful lawns of the White House To burn the norm and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you, Obama! Fuck you, Clintons! Fuck you with the most free of speeches of this Divided States of Embarrassment calamity will allow me to have! Fuck you! Ha ha ha, you know, just playing, America, I love you
