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catcreek musa - the european american negro lyrics

chorus:
wake up!!!
the european negro is outta control
america!
wake up!!!
you european negros is outta control
america!
wake up!!!
the european negro is outta control
america!
wake up!!!
you european negros is outta control…

verse:
lost nations of kings, products of elaborate schemes, from the cotton fields to prison’s filled, the machine’s the american dream;
we was never free to think free, our story roots was alex hailey’s, chopped down the tree, ancestry buried, under your local libraries;
i’m still unlearning what i was forced to learn, burn hollywood burn, public enemy but gods in me, and their agenda is pederasty;
no concerns? bryan singer’s ex man (x-man) just told what they do, in a room with adolescent dudes, i advise you to google it too;
we went from “we shall not be moved” to just look at the youth, single mothers with same s-x lovers, turning sisters against brothers;
and out of fear of being called a hater you just alter the truth, run to the altars for forgiveness, from who you listening to;
or what you offering too, yea church is big business, if our people only knew their self worth, our earning power’s endless;
350 for a belt, 250 for shoes, buck 50 for some pants, come on y’all now how you do, a few racks for a chain, 200 for ray-ban, 400 for leather skirts but got nothing for the bill man;
working 40 hrs a week, spend it all in a day, trying to showoff and compete, so you throw it away, just the shoes on your feet, the only remembrance of pay, jesus couldn’t have been black cause we don’t know how to save;
i think therefore i am, speak when spoken to, greet with open hands, drink and share food, misunderstood by you pseudo pundits who’s views redundant, quick to share quotes rarely learn the meaning of it;
i was fooled by the idea that i could do what my dad did and still live in the home where i support my 4 kids;
but dcse sounded better to she, now the laurels of my seeds question my green thumb ability;
instead of blaming m.o.m. (money of morals), they have to claim it’s him women right, it’s pro-choice;
a 2nd cl-ss citizen ain’t got no voice, go to any court and see how they treat these black boys;
you slaves scared to speak up don’t want the backlash, like a slave back in the day didn’t want their back lashed;
keep listening to drake thinking success is that fast, from 0 -100 the overlooked parts the dash;
our cultures full of vultures that hate a dame dash, young, gifted, and black with enough intelligence to add;
intimidate with jargon, make their intentions intricate, having you thinking your invincible and everybody’s envious;
involve you in some beefs, the media’s well invested, black on black violence’s the only time their interested;
this country’s forever indebted for the sins of their forefathers, keep thinking you got rights and you’ll be an eric goner (garner);
not to mention the const-tution was written by slave owners, revelation is here, the walking dead is upon us;
it’s all a bread and circus, we just scratching the surface, obama’s 2 elections won’t for me or your purpose;
they represent the mark of the beast, why you think them hurricanes start off the coast of africa and hit the southeast?
same route as the atlantic slave trade, you e.n.a.’s (european negro americans) keep simping like stephen a, cris carter, and don lemon, selling out to people who don’t share your dna, for a pat on the head, belly rubs, and scooby snacks sic em’!

conclusion (an european american negro speaks):
“even though i’m dark skin like… i’m not black. i’m dominican and kabardian and black people get on my d-mn nerves. i’m not even joking because you know what, they’re mad ignorant like that is very true they are very ignorant people like they do not care about nothing but themselves. they’re selfish, they’re ignorant, and i’ll never date a black boy, i’ll never have a black girlfriend because they got that bad hair, both of em and you know it’s not me just being i’m… that’s not being racist, this is me being real. cause i mean we have him right there and then him right there, he’s on a toshiba when my little white homeboy is going to be on a mac trying to make a song with me, trying to get me rich you know like… not trying to be about something that’s corny in the library at school and i didn’t mean to har-ss y’all, nothing personally but i’m just pointing something out. (no hard feelings). yes no hard feelings at all. i mean yes to irvin cause that n-gga is the definition of piece of sh-t. i mean i like black people but i don’t really have that many black friends. um… i don’t really like to make black friends, they not, they not anybody i look to; to be my friends. nah, right. i don’t really know what else to say but yea i don’t get along with black girls that much like… unless their nice cause they’re usually not nice, they have nasty att-tudes and stuff you know… black girls, black people stress me out that’s why i don’t like them, they stress me out. they have the craziest problems. no that’s true, you’re laughing but that’s true. every black friend that i have, they come up to me, my cousin’s brother’s uncle’s mother’s sister that….. “

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