Clear Blue Skies(Remix|Explicit) - Juggaknots

Clear Blue Skies (Remix|Explicit) - Juggaknots
Damn it son
I think its 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 n****r ***** got you looking like The Jerk
And I can't take another minute of you and that Black heifer son
Looking sorta 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 somebody
Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body
Yeah yeah yeah OK
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 sh*t is funny
I ain't joking
That's the last straw the camel's back has been broken
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 that even David Duke could be your homey
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 "nigger"
Well they're just some thugs
Stealing slum-dwelling **-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 to golf and to tennis
And they menacing society the bums
They should go the ***** 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 nigger-lover and good riddance