In a different place we all are
And I bet your mind is on some trivial shit
And I bet I would like to be black for a day
And talk like a black man
Would I be sophistccated or hood?
Would I like black girls with big booties
I am black
And I am cherokee, sitting bull they call me
You can't imagine how chaotic my mind
hhhhhhhhahhhhhhh, have I impressed you with my k-o-tic
I've seen the future and it's grim, but the near future is a mystery
Let's sneak into the not too distant, make fake plans and do nothing
Who's 'we', who's 'you' in this song, "who's who's writing this shit i've heard a zillion and one
Took me a while to wake up and now I'm up, don't wanna be tired
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