Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song White America , by - Eminem. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
White America |
| America! |
| Ha ha ha! |
| We love you |
| How many people are proud to be citizens |
| Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars |
| For the rights that men have died for to protect? |
| The women and men who have broke their necks |
| For the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold… or so we're told |
| (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) |
| I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see |
| So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me |
| Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs |
| It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me |
| So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed |
| In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays |
| And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays |
| 'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days |
| Who would've thought standin' in this mirror, bleachin' my hair |
| With some peroxide, reachin' for a t-shirt to wear |
| That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? |
| How could I predict my words would have an impact like this? |
| I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office |
| 'Cause Congress keep tellin' me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems |
| And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government |
| I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumpin' it on |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| (Yah!) |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself |
| If they were brown, Shady'd lose, Shady sits on the shelf |
| But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help |
| Make ladies swoon, baby (Ooh, baby!) — Look at my sales! |
| Let's do the math: if I was black, I would've sold half |
| I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that |
| But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back |
| Give me the mic! |
| Show me where the fuckin' studio's at |
| When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white |
| No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like |
| "Fuck it," until I met Dre, the only one to look past |
| Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass |
| Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got |
| Was prob'ly his in exchange for every white fan that he's got |
| Like damn, we just swapped: sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow |
| I'm like my skin is it startin' to work to my benefit now? |
| It's— |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| (Yah!) |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids |
| Who otherwise would've never knew these words exist |
| Whose moms prob'ly would've never gave two squirts of piss |
| 'Til I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence |
| Straight out the tube, right into your livin' rooms I came |
| And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre |
| That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in |
| And they connected with me too, because I looked like them |
| That's why they put my lyrics up under this microscope |
| Searchin' with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope |
| Waitin' to choke, tightenin' around my throat |
| Watchin' me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note!" |
| All I hear is: lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy |
| Sponsors workin' 'round the clock to try to stop my concerts early |
| Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston |
| After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin' to blossom |
| So now I'm catchin' the flak from these activists when they raggin' |
| Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say "faggot", shit |
| Just look at me like I'm your closest pal |
| The poster child, the motherfuckin' spokesman now, for— |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| (Yah!) |
| White America! |
| I could be one of your kids |
| White America! |
| Little Eric looks just like this |
| White America! |
| Erica loves my shit |
| I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! |
| So to the parents of America, I am the Derringer |
| Aimed at little Erica to attack her character |
| The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns |
| Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress |
| And piss on the lawns of the White House |
| To burn the *galf* and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker |
| To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy |
| Fuck you, Ms. Cheney! |
| Fuck you, Tipper Gore! |
| Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! |
| Fuck you! |
| Ha ha ha, I'm just playin', America |
| You know I love you |