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She talks funny and dresses different
Her tattoos are so bold and weird
Really who does she think she is
Talking about a life she's never lived
She's too light to have recognized her life in a rap
Her hair is too blond her upbringing too country
Look at her she's putting on a scene
She must like this man cause that's who she thinks she is
She has no identity beyond an affinity with gangsters.
Her name is foreign her language is coarse
She uses words a lily white lady wouldn't dare
Yes let's put her in a box and keep her there
Point out how she's trying to be something she's not and forget the hatred we must feel inside to have that be our first thought
U know them they are all alike
All trying to steal and take what's rightfully ours.
They're murderers and oppressors and have been for years.
She is one of them she schemes and covets
Not once would you have the thought that she is just a random girl with her own set of thoughts
None of which revolve around the color of flesh upon another's skin