| Where Bubba Grew Up, Kept his tobacco chewed up,
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| And when they used to hang ropes, they always kep two up,
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| Had crosses burnin all night like the church blew up,
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| And if you didnt look like them, they would fuck you up.
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| Time passed, and Bubba turned 40 years old,
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| And all them Jack Daniels started taking a toll,
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| Seem like Bubba was about to make a final bow,
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| None of his friends from the clan couldnt help him now.
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| Family gathered at his bedside, ready to sing the blues,
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| When the doctor rushed in and said «Ive got some news!»
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| «The good news is, Bubba, Ive found you a liver, only bad news is,
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| it belongs to a Nigger»
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| Do you still care, about the texture of his hair or the cocoa brown colour of
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| his skin,
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| Do you still care, do you still give a damn now you’re in the predicament
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| you’re in,
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| Do you still care, does it still mean a lot now,
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| You’re the one who’s needin the help,
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| Do you still care, do you still find it hard to love your neighbour as you love
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| yourself now,
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| Tell me why cant you accept me as I am,
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| Just as I am now.
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| Where Bigga grew up, boys were supposed to be tough,
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| Girls were trophies every man always kept a few of,
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| When he was hurt and the tears would sting in his eyes,
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| His mother said «Stop di noise, yuh a girl? |
| real boys dont cry!»
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| He learned in order to be a man he had to know how to fight,
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| And had some very difinitive rules bout whats wrong or right,
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| He never had the luxury of being able to choose,
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| So to him for being different, there was no excuse.
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| Bigga was hustling on the corner, makin some cash,
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| When he bumped into some beef that he had from the past,
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| He watched the guns raise and the bullets fly in disbelief,
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| As his friends all jumped in their rides,
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| Left him in the gutter didnt care if he died,
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| He was rescued by a car with plates that said 'Gay Pride',
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| It would have been fatal,
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| A shot in your head,
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| They saved your life, though you always said «Chi-chi fi dead!»
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| Now do you care, bout the clothes that they wear,
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| Would you rather if they left you there,
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| Do you still care what your friends wanna think if they see you hangin out with
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| a queer,
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| Do you still care, does it still mean a lot now, you’re the one who’s needin
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| the help,
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| Do you still care, do you still find it hard to love your neighbour as you love
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| yourself now,
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| Tell me why cant you accept me as I am,
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| Just as I am now.
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| And thats the reason why, war cant cease,
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| If yuh nuh look like me, me ago pop mi piece,
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| And thats the reason why we cant get along,
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| If yuh nuh do it my way then you doin it wrong,
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| And thats the reason why, Iraqui babies gonna cry,
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| And more Palestinians and Isrealies gonna die,
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| Thats the reason why the world is in pain,
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| We say we want peace fi reign, but a bullets again,
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| Now tell me why cant you accept me as I am,
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| Just the way I am now,
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| Tell me why cant you accept me as I am,
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| Just the way I am woah… |