I’m a white man trying to act black I need to stop before I get smacked Walk down the street with a gangsta limp Even though in the inside I’m a big wimp Throw around n-word like this and that Becuase I have a friend who’s half-black Pretending that I smoke weed Pretending that I plant trees Wearing my cap backwards as I walk down the street White tank top on and rocking to a beat A big black guys walking down the street I really need to hide Before he decides To jump me and beat me up till I die I’m nothing compared to a real gangster I’m nothing compared to a half-way crook I look around shook I think I’m in the wrong part of the hood I really need to run real fast If I want my ass perfectly in tack I really don’t want to get attacked by the black Selling weed and selling dope I don’t know how to cope with the stress I’m distressed, but nontheless, I still haven’t been caught Wait a minute what’s that red dot? FBI busting down my door They found the jackpot, weed galore They find me hiding in a corner Face covered in horror Because I heard prison is torture Now I’m locked up and I’m still acting black Thats the end of my story, it isn’t very gory, and kids don’t forget to do crack