song of the week 17: white america

White America” by Eminem

  • Genre: Political Hip Hop/Rap Rock
  • Single Release Date: Album Only
  • Album: “The Eminem Show

Eminem pushing as many buttons as possible and trying to create controversy to sell records as only he can do. I’m not usually a fan of hip hop or rap but there’s something about this album that I keep coming back to.

Lyrics

America, hahaha, 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
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we’re told

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 fucking army marching 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, standing in this mirror, bleaching my hair
With some peroxide, reaching 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 telling me I ain’t causing nothin’ but problems
And now they’re saying I’m in trouble with the government
I’m loving it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I’m dumping 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

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 woulda 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 fucking 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 probably his in exchange for every white fan that he’s got
Like damn, we just swapped, sitting back looking at shit, wow
I’m like my skin is it starting 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

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 woulda never knew these words exist
Whose moms probably woulda never gave two squirts of piss
‘Til I created so much motherfucking turbulence

Straight out the tube, right into your living 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
Searching with a fine tooth comb, it’s like this rope
Waiting to choke, tightening around my throat
Watching me while I write this, like, “I don’t like this note”

All I hear is, lyrics, lyrics, constant controversy
Sponsors working 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 starting to blossom

So now I’m catching the flak from these activists when they ragging
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 posterchild, the motherfucking 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

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 – 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

Hahaha, I’m just playing, America
You know I love you

Header image from 8Tracks.com

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