Racist song 7

Stupidity teaches you to hate people you don’t know and to take credit for accomplishments you had no part in whatsoever.

After the Yankees suspended the use of Kate Smith’s recording of “God Bless America” during the seventh-inning stretch over allegations of racism, the late singer’s family are speaking out. “She loved everybody,” said Suzie Andron, Smith’s niece. “Aunt Katheryn was probably one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. She was certainly anything but a prejudice person, she loved everybody.”

After all, if they look deep, way deep, Kate Smith may have looked at a negro somewhere or had a black friend.

In light of the news story about Kate Smith, I would like to present more songs that represent the greatness of America. Shockingly, they all came from the same group of morons claiming to be the superior race. More than hatred, I see stupidity in the lyrics; the same ignorance that made slavery and lynching possible. The same ignorance we see today.

Enough said; judge for yourself. (Sometimes a negro is used as a prop.)
Accidental racist by Brad Paisley

[Verse 1: Brad Paisley]
To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main
I hope you understand
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say
Is I’m a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is
Like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son with an ol’ can of worms
Lookin’ like I got a lot to learn, but from my point of view

[Chorus: Brad Paisley]
I’m just a white man coming to you from the Southland
Tryin’ to understand what it’s like not to be
I’m proud of where I’m from but not everything we’ve done
And it ain’t like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn’t start this nation
We’re still picking up the pieces, walking on eggshells, fighting over yesterday
And caught between Southern pride and Southern blame

[Verse 2: Brad Paisley]
They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We’re still siftin’ through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put myself in your shoes and that’s a good place to begin
But it ain’t like I can walk a mile in someone else’s skin
[Chorus: Brad Paisley]
‘Cause I’m a white man livin’ in the southland
Just like you I’m more than what you see
I’m proud of where I’m from but not everything we’ve done
And it ain’t like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn’t start this nation
And we’re still paying for our mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught somewhere between southern pride and southern blame

[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like when you’re living in the hood
Just because my pants are sagging doesn’t mean I’m up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are gold but I’m still misunderstood
I wasn’t there when Sherman’s March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodging invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I’m thinking it’s not all good
I guess we’re both guilty of judging the cover not the book
I’d love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn’t here

[Chorus: Brad Paisley (w/ LL Cool J ad libs)]
I’m just a white man
(If you don’t judge my do-rag)
Comin’ to you from the southland
(I won’t judge your red flag)
Tryin’ to understand what it’s like not to be
(Yeah)
I’m proud of where I’m from
(If you don’t judge my gold chains)
But not everything we’ve done
(I’ll forget the iron chains)
It ain’t like you and me can re-write history
(Can’t re-write history baby)
[Verse 4: Brad Paisley (LL Cool J)]
Oh, Dixieland
(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin’)
I hope you understand what this is all about
(Quite frankly I’m a black Yankee
But I’ve been thinkin’ about this lately)
I’m a son of the new south
(The past is the past, you feel me)
And I just want to make things right
(Let bygones be bygones)
Where all that’s left is southern pride
(RIP Robert E. Lee
But I’ve gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me
Know what I mean?) It’s real, it’s real
It’s truth

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