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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
Well you know I ain't no racist, but
They place us in a terrible predicament
They're taking over the block and damn it son I'm sick of it
But when you see the neighbors you say "Hi, how you doing?"
Still I think of how the value of my property they're ruining
You sound like such an idiot, I pity it
I wonder should I laugh or should I cry?
More than anything I want a reason why
All of a sudden the blood in your vein flows with such vigor
Just because you choose to call another person "nigga"
'Cause they're just some thugs stealing, slum dwelling, drug dealing
Gun selling and a hundred yard dashing after doing purse snatching
Damn savages, who ravages the buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken
With the first dibs on the ribs
Looking like a damn monkey on the football field and basketball courts
Taking over sports, killing us at golf and the tennis
And they menacing society, the bums
They should go the fuck to where they came from
So that's your vision of perfection, that's your clear blue skies
Through those clear blue eyes, which
Seem to make you think you're better
But instead of simply sinking to the level of your thinking
I'll be gone
Pack your bags nigga lover and good riddance
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