By: Cedric McClester

I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
People tend to judge me
By the things I say
I’m a product of my environment
You hear the “N” word eveyday
So I understand their sentiment
When their judgment comes into play

I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
Cuz they don’t know my heart
But they can hear what I say
And sometimes it is offensive
That much I will admit
Why anyone close would tape me
Is what I really don’t get


I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
If it was your daughter’s boyfriend
I wonder what you would say
Now I’m not justifying
The word I chose to use
But let’s not pretend
That I haven’t paid my dues


I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
And I have an image to protect
That I guess I’ve thrown away
Now my adoring public
Will no doubt make me pay
So believe me when I say I’m sorry
What else can I say








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