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When i was a kid i would go to the show and see the rock star |
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I'd play my records and look at the album cover at the rock star |
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Sometimes i'd check out the r&b |
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But the polka, salsa classical scene just was not me |
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I wanted to be like bootsy, dr. funkenstein or jimi the rock star |
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Color meant nothing to me |
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Everything was equal as far as i could see |
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Ignorant to the racist music industry music industry music industry |
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Music industry... white rock star |
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Everywhere i look... white rock star |
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Read it in the paper... white rock star |
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Watch it on tv... white rock star |
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Only just a little... black rock star |
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Only for a token... black rock star |
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Sing no controversy... black rock star |
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Sometimes for the flavor of japanese |
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No communication but it's overseas |
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Unaware of how propaganda works |
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I soon became a victim, a trick at work |
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With my black brotha's playin' rock & roll |
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Signed and ho'in for a major label |
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Selling my soul as a rock star |
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Do the rock star ohh |
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Do the rock star yeah |
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Break a window, smash a tv |
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We're some hott mother fucka's it's no doubt about |
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We do the rock star ohh |
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Do the rock star, yeah |
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Get real drunk, fuck, fuck, fuck |
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Kick in the radio, smash up a chair |
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Do the rock star, wooh |
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Do the rock star, yeah |
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Wreck your hotel room, catch a lear jet |
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Stay in debt, manic depressed |
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Sweat & jerk to the best |
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Smoke a cig, fuck, fuck, fuck |
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Lie fry loosin' your mind like a rock star |
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I got supposed fortune & fame |
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With existential potential of runnin' the game |
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But it the greedy of the whitey at the top of my frame that's |
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Blurrin' my art piece |
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Makin' it weak see |
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Makin' it watered down |
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Dilutin' my funky sound |
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But it's all you need to be |
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In this weak society |
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Powder puffy rock star dumb |
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Keepin' people stupid and dumb |
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Do the rock star ooh |
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Do the rock star hey |
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Shoot up some heroin |
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Snort some cocaine |
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Smash your guitar |
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Wreck a jet plane |
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With a short gun to your brain |
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For the price of fame |
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Losers !!! |
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????? |
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Kurt cobain meant nothing to me |
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But now i just can't escape from the rains that drive me ape |
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Of their white fear |
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Through the television in my eyes in my ears |
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Racism ! separation ! media ! |
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So i guess you can say i'm an angry brotha |
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Can't play my music 'cause of barrier of color |
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Deep in debt with a seven record set |
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Videos and funky shows but no one knows |
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The major pain and misery of bein' radical |
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Speakin' of what you feel in a world that's sad and dull |
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But the rock star got the money and the fuck fuck right |
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Action lights and plane flights |
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Drugs and press but in reality |
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It's a lot less when you're the rock star oooh |
