
F.O.W.B INDEPENDENT RECORDS
#countryrap #lunaticnation #lunaticnation4life
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lyrics
Ain’t never been about color to me, it’s ‘bout character.
If you real, you real. I don’t give a fuck what shade your skin is.
But don’t come at me for sayin’ what I am.
I ain't askin' for no permission.
White pride don’t mean hate, motherfucker, it mean roots,
Trailer mud to boot prints, family tree with deep shoots.
I ain’t ashamed to be a cracker, honky, peckerwood or white trash,
But if I say it loud, they treat me like I lit a cross in the grass.
How sad is this — most the hate I get’s from a white bitch,
Stop kissin’ feet and get the fuck up off my dick.
You pathetic-ass pawns, beggin’ for likes to live,
You don’t deserve freedom, let alone air to give.
But I ain’t burnin’ bridges, I’m just burnin' up the lies,
Yellin' truth in a world where feelin's sterilize.
If you real, you feel me — black, brown, yellow or red,
But if you call me racist? You the one misled.
I don’t judge by tone, I judge by how you treat folks,
Had fam with darker skin that taught me how to reload.
I’ve been broke with brothers, starvin’ off the same plate,
We bled the same red, got stabbed by the same fate.
But when I say “white boy,” “wood,” or “honky with a grill,”
Suddenly the snowflakes squealin’ like I shot to kill.
You rep your culture? Bet, I salute it with a nod,
So why the fuck’s it racist when I say I thank God
For bein’ born where my granddad laid bricks with his hands,
In a double-wide kingdom with outlaw plans?
White pride don’t mean hate, motherfucker, it mean roots,
Trailer mud to boot prints, family tree with deep shoots.
I ain’t ashamed to be a cracker, honky, peckerwood or white trash,
But if I say it loud, they treat me like I lit a cross in the grass.
How sad is this — most the hate I get’s from a white bitch,
Stop kissin’ feet and get the fuck up off my dick.
You pathetic-ass pawns, beggin’ for likes to live,
You don’t deserve freedom, let alone air to give.
But I ain’t burnin’ bridges, I’m just burnin' up the lies,
Yellin' truth in a world where feelin's sterilize.
If you real, you feel me — black, brown, yellow or red,
But if you call me racist? You the one misled.
I don’t see no color, I see the soul and the spine,
See the pain and the hunger in the same battle lines.
You ever cry with a Mexican, hustle with a Haitian?
Then you know this country split us with the lines they placin’.
Divide and conquer, keep us bickering in chains,
But my blood and your blood ain’t that far from the same.
So don’t twist my pride into some shit it ain’t,
I don’t wear no hood, don’t preach no hate.
I spit white pride ‘cause it’s mine to speak,
Just like yours is yours when you rise and preach.
But I ain’t ever looked down on another damn soul,
I just fight for my kin like I’m s’posed to — bold.
You rep your flag
You rep your roots.
You rep your struggle.
So I’mma rep mine.
And if that bothers you…
That’s *your* demon to fight, not mine.
White pride don’t mean hate, motherfucker, it mean roots,
Trailer mud to boot prints, family tree with deep shoots.
I ain’t ashamed to be a cracker, honky, peckerwood or white trash,
But if I say it loud, they treat me like I lit a cross in the grass.
How sad is this — most the hate I get’s from a white bitch,
Stop kissin’ feet and get the fuck up off my dick.
You pathetic-ass pawns, beggin’ for likes to live,
You don’t deserve freedom, let alone air to give.
But I ain’t burnin’ bridges, I’m just burnin' up the lies,
Yellin' truth in a world where feelin's sterilize.
If you real, you feel me — black, brown, yellow or red,
But if you call me racist? You the one misled.
I never hated a man for his skin.
But I ain’t gonna hate myself for mine either.
Country Lunatic.
Sayin’ what the fuck I want, when the fuck I want.
‘Til the dirt covers me.
PS.... even if it's not in the lyrics yes it does say worthless white bitch..✊🏼