Clear Blue Skies

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Breeze Brewin as the Father and Son] "Damn it, son, I think it's time we had a little man-to-man talking I heard that you was hand-in-hand walking Down the boulevard, middle of the day with this black chick Tell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick." "Let me get this straight, you're ranting and raving Behaving like a mad dog with rabies because my baby's not white? That ain't right Pops, you got me puzzled, because, in the past With the black folks, you never struggled—at least to my knowledge" "Your knowledge seems to need a little working That little nigga bitch got you looking like 'The Jerk' and I can't take another minute, you and that black heifer, son Looking sort of like Tom Willis from the 'Jefferson Show'" "What you know about my girl to try and slander? Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand The situation that I got isn't messing with some hottie 'Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body." "Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay, I understand that she's attractive 'Cause their bodies are just built to be sexually active Baby-making, taking tax money for their welfare Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there So what's her name, is it Shanainai or Shaquana? Son, she's got to be a goner" "Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner." "Oh, you think this shit is funny? I ain't joking That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken" [Hook: Sample] [Verse 2: Breeze Brewin as the Father and Son] "Well, I'll be damned 'cause it seems that I'm the last to know My father's a bigot, my girl's black, he can't dig it, so she has to go." "Now you're judging me, kid, but do you know me?" "But it seems to me like even David Duke could be your homie." "Now, you know I ain't no racist, but they place us in a terrible predicament They're taking over the block, and, damn it, son, I'm sick of it" "But when you see the neighbors you say, 'Hi, how you doing?'" "Still I think of how the value of my property's been ruined." "You sound like such an idiot, I pity it I wonder – should I laugh or should I cry? More than anything, I want a reason why All of a sudden, the blood in your vein flows with such vigor Just because you choose to call another person 'nigga.'" "Well, they're just some thugs stealing, slum-dwelling Drug-dealing, gun-selling, and a-hundred-yard-dashing After doing purse-snatching Damn savages who ravages The buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken With the first dibs on the ribs Looking like a damn monkey on the football fields And basketball courts, taking over sports Leaving us just the golf and the tennis and they menacing society, the bums They should go the fuck to where they came from." "So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear-blue skies? Through those clear-blue eyes which seem to make you think you're better But instead of simply sinking to the level of your thinking, I'll be ghost" "Pack your bags, nigga-lover, and good riddance" [Hook: Sample]