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White Privilege II (feat. Jamila Woods)
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White Privilege II (feat. Jamila Woods)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis, Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Jamila Woods

Lyrics

Pulled into the parking lot, parked it

Zipped up my parka, joined the procession of marchers

In my head like, "is this awkward?

Should I even be here marching?"

Thinking if they can't, how can I breathe?

Thinking that they chant, what do I sing?

I want to take a stance 'cause we are not free

And then I thought about it, we are not "we"

Am I in the outside looking in, or am I in the inside looking out?

Is it my place to give my two cents?

Or should I stand on the side and shut my mouth?

"No justice, no peace," okay, I'm saying that

They're chanting out, "black lives matter," but I don't say it back

Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand

In front of a line of police that look the same as me

Only separated by a badge, a baton, a can of Mace, a mask

A shield, a gun with gloves and hands that gives an alibi

In case somebody dies behind a bullet that flies out of the nine

Takes another child's life on sight

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

Blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace

No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free

You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment

The magic, the passion, the fashion, you toy with

The culture was never yours to make better

You're Miley, you're Elvis, you're Iggy Azalea

Fake and so plastic, you've heisted the magic

You've taken the drums and the accent you rapped in

Your brand of hip-hop, it's so fascist and backwards

That Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard

All the money that you made

All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal

Go buy a big-ass lawn, go with your big-ass house

Get a big-ass fence, keep people out

It's all stolen, anyway, can't you see that now?

There's no way for you to even that out

You can join the march, protest, scream and shout

Get on Twitter, hashtag and seem like you're down

But they see through it all, people believe you now?

You said publicly, "rest in peace, Mike Brown"

You speak about equality, but do you really mean it?

Are you marching for freedom, or when it's convenient?

Want people to like you, want to be accepted?

That's probably why you are out here protesting

Don't think for a second you don't have incentive

Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?

What's the intention?

What's the intention?

"Pssst, I totally get it

You're by yourself and the last thing you want to do is take a picture

But seriously, my little girl loves you

She's always singing, 'I'm gonna pop some tags'

I'm not kidding, my oldest, you even got him to go thrifting

And 'One Love,' oh my God, that song, brilliant

Their aunt is gay, when that song came out

My son told his whole class he was actually proud

That's so cool, look what you're accomplishing

Even the old mom like me likes it, 'cause it's positive

You're the only hip-hop that I let my kids listen to

'Cause you get it, all that negative stuff it isn't cool"

(Yeah?) "yeah, like, all the guns and the drugs

The bitches and the hoes and the gangs and the thugs

Even the protest outside, so sad, and so dumb

If a cop pulls you over, it's your fault if you run"

(Huh?)

Damn, a lot of opinions, a lot of confusion, a lot of resentment

Some of us scared, some of us defensive

And most of us aren't even paying attention

It seems like we're more concerned with being called racist

Than we actually are with racism

I've heard that silences are action and God knows that I've been passive

What if I actually read a article, actually had a dialogue

Actually looked at myself, actually got involved?

If I'm aware of my privilege and do nothing at all, I don't know

Hip-hop has always been political, yes

It's the reason why this music connects

So what the fuck has happened to my voice if I stay silent when black people are dying

Then I'm trying to be politically correct?

I can book a whole tour, sell out the tickets

Rap entrepreneur, built his own business

If I'm only in this for my own self-interest, not the culture that gave me a voice to begin with

Then this isn't authentic, it is just a gimmick

The D.I.Y underdog, so independent

But the one thing the American dream fails to mention

Is I was many steps ahead to begin with

My skin matches the hero, likeness, the image

America feels safe with my music in their systems

And it's suited me perfect, the role, I've fulfilled it

And if I'm the hero, you know who gets cast as the villain

White supremacy isn't just a white dude in Idaho

White supremacy protects the privilege I hold

White supremacy is the soil, the foundation, the cement and the flag that flies outside of my home

White supremacy is our country's lineage, designed for us to be indifferent

My success is the product of the same system that let off Darren Wilson, guilty

We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by

We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

We want to dress like, walk like, talk like, dance like, yet we just stand by

We take all we want from black culture, but will we show up for black lives?

Your silence is a luxury

Hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury

Hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury

Hip-hop is not a luxury

Your silence is a luxury

Hip-hop is not a luxury

What I got for me, it is for me

What we made, we made to set us free

What I got for me, it is for me

What we made, we made to set us free

What I got for me, it is for me

What we made, we made to set us free

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