Eminem – White America

White America is an amazing and stupendous hip-hop and rap song created by a talented American rapper, Eminem.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “The Eminem Show (Expanded Edition)” was officially released on 26 May 2002.

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LYRICS

America, 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 fuckin’ army marchin’ 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 bleachin’ 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 keeps telling me I ain’t causin’ nothin’ but problems

And now they’re sayin’ I’m in trouble with the government

I’m lovin’ 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 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 would’ve 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

Gimme the mic, show me where the fuckin’ 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, sittin’ back lookin’ at shit, wow

I’m like my skin is just 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 would’ve never knew these words exist

Whose moms probably would’ve never gave two squirts of piss

‘Til I created so much motherfuckin’ 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

Searchin’ with a fine tooth comb, it’s like this rope

Waitin’ to choke

Tightening around my throat

Watching me while I write this

Like I don’t like this

Nope

 

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 catchin’ the flak

From these activists when they raggin’

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 motherfuckin’ 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 flag and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker

To spit liquor

In the faces of in 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

 

I’m just playin’, America, you know, I love you