| Officer, Mister Officer
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| Tell me why you wanna see me in a coffin, sir
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| Officer, Mister Officer
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| Hold up, can you tell me first why you stopped me, sir?
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| Well, first of all, your tints too dark
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| No, that’s a lie
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| I think I need backup, we got us a tough guy
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| Ugh, not being tough, I just know the law
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| Too much to get proof of tints, can I make a call?
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| Look, put your hands on the dashboard, son, and don’t move
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| Feel like me against them, no weapon, l’m bound to lose
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| Now, what’s your name?
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| I’m like «Kevin,» he like, «Kevin who?»
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| Kevin Woods, you must be new, I never heard of you
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| Well, just so you know, I’m a black, intelligent brother
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| And it’s a nice day out, I’m enjoying the summer
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| Ain’t been in trouble since twenty-three, I’m clean, baby
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| Look, I just wanna get this done, so I can leave maybe
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| Dashboard, hands on the dashboard
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| Dashboard, hands on the dashboard
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| Dashboard, hands on the dashboard (Dashboard)
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| Hands on the dashboard (Dashboard)
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| I, too, sing America
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| I’m the darker brother
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| They send me to eat in the kitchen when company comes
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| But I laugh
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| And I eat well, and I grow strong
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| Tomorrow I’ll be at the table
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| When company comes
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| Nobody will dare say to me, «Eat in the kitchen,» then
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| Besides
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| They’ll see how beautiful I am and be ashamed
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| I, too, am America |