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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, 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 his skin, |
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Do you still care, do you still give a damn now you're in the predicament 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 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 a queer, |
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Do you still care, does it still mean a lot now, 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 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................ |
