White Music Month

Lyrics

We come to celebrate Give a little tribute to A most crucial art form concept Something that admittedly is accepted Without analytical pigeonhole Yes yes y'all In the mess hall Playing baseball Take a rest call Absence of color doesn't mean I'm gone I'm cracked like cracker should-a habit going on Should is wack and should is blight It's blue music month but sure wound tight For real though? And then some Get on with it, get off of it Sweating a life at the moment of birth I'm poisoned with sugar and the salt from the earth By popping the Q's i'm catching some wreck Already too transfused with the vein in your neck We come to celebrate White, that's right I'm like a soft drink, I'm clear light And I'm right and you can see me at night That doesn't mean I'm right because we gotta fight 'cause we're white and we're part of a race A word like race is cheese in your face If you're naughty by nature, got mad das efx I can be guilty as hell, I'm a pussy nervous rex Yes yes y'all We're in there and then some Packaged to be played a gatt for a glott I'm underneath your hood I'm on a round city block I'm spliffing the dread I'm Phillie the blunt Happy to go to the back of a front Let's not forget to remember Let's not forget to remember Let's not forget to remember Let's not forget to remember I'm a needle in a Pepsi, I'm a Coke in your joint I hope the plot to kill a brother, don't you get the point? I'm not a Nazi Skinhead or the KKK Or a group called should on Donahue today We come to celebrate Could-a should-a would-a if I but Is all you been known to say I'm sure you want that heaping pile of should And a smell that keeps me away I'm caught with my ideals showing again I'm stuck in the traffic 'tween now and when If I get out of hall way be my own best friend And gimme a break, I'm needing to bend One rule I nearly I need to respect Is that everything's better in retrospect I'm fritzing up my house in the past I'm always running out of your gas When I'm frightening, I give you fear When I'm lightning, I give you beer (Beer here) When word is bond and your's on bail We all make our own kind of jail Trace the footprints from the sky Your hand's full o' gimme and your head's full o' why I'm like plastic, I'll never die And that's the reason why you can't look me in the eye I'm wearing red, and I got the blues It doesn't matter which color you choose