ClearBlueSkies (Remix)

Damn it son I think it's time we had a little man-to-man talking

I heard that you was hand-in-hand walking down the boulevard

Middle of the day, with this black chick

Tell me the truth boy or you can catch a slap quick

Let me get this straight, you're ranting and raving

Behaving like a mad dog with rabies because my baby's not white

That ain't right, pops you got me puzzled

Because in the past with the black folks you never struggled

At least to my knowledge

Your knowledge seems to need a little working

That little nigga bitch got you looking like a jerk

And I can't take another minute, you and that black heifer, son

Looking sort of like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show

What you know about my girl to try and slander?

Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand

The situation that I got, isn't messing with some hottie

'Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body

Yeah yeah yeah, okay, I understand that she's attractive

'Cause the bodies are just built to be sexually active

The baby-making, taking tax money for the welfare

Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there

So what's her name, is it Shanaynay or Shaquana?

Son, she's gotta be a goner

Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner

Oh, you think this shit is funny? I ain't joking

That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken

So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear blue skies

Through those clear blue eyes, so that's your vision of perfection

So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear blue skies

So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear blue skies

Through those clear blue eyes, so that's your vision of perfection

So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear blue skies

Well I'll be damned, 'cause it seems that I'm the last to know

My father's a bigot, my girl's black, he can't dig it

So she has to go

Now you're judging me kid, but do you know me?

But it seems to me like even David Duke could be your homie