Tom MacDonald Official Video Releases

"Fight Your Fears" Yeah Remember when you told me that you wouldn't first night And I said that I respect it but it felt so right, but we did it It's different from like e'ry other time That we ever met somebody underneath the city lights You agreed, it's been me and you since then It's been hotter than we thought it would being just friends You would come to my apartment and lie your ass on the carpet And talk bout how you got started taking classes in college And I would listen for as long as I could Couple minutes and reminders why I mention I'm good I'm underneath the palm trees thinkin' 'bout you Gettin' caught up in the rain back home in Vancouver I been out here, you been at home Wonder if you even think about me at all I wanna do it properly and get you some property Before we started gettin' happily and it ended all awfully I never met another model so in love with breakin' mirrors It was a troubled adolescent years I used to ask her if she wanted to hear the truth I said you know I love you but I cannot fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you Even though I would kill for you But I keep it real with you Tell you when you want women I can't fight your battles There's some places you must travel on your own But I love you when you come home We're gettin' through everything and we still goin' through it I done did everything but I'm still gon' do it I been shot through the heart but I know she still gon' shoot it And her heart ain't broken no more but I'm still gon' glue it back together 'Til we're back together 'til we not together Then we back together in this motherfucker Makin' love and reservations without any reservations 'Bout the shit that we were doin' separated, that's the realness Fuck how I feel shit, [?] way to goddamn much to let it out, kill this Swear to God you would come around and hang out in the kitchen While I tried to make some fancy shit for dinner on a budget I'd say "sorry, you'd say "fuck it", we never worried about money We were drinkin' the cheapest wine and in fact we loved it Maybe we just loved each other as much as we said It was always me and you, and the world we up against I never met another girl I'd like to change for but make love on the same floor We were [?] for the last week or two You said you wanted help but I said I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you I can't fight your fears for you Even though I would kill for you But I keep it real with you Tell you when you want women I can't fight your battles There's some places you must travel on your own But I love you when you come home again

"If I Change" If I change from it, are y'all gon' stick around If I change from it, will y'all still hold me down If the money get me tripping will you be there when I'm winning Or are you finished and gonna bounce Yeah, you're cool with me now, but if I change from it Will you hate me when this shit change? I know people switch it up And you know I'll do my best for you Sometimes that just isn't good enough I've been on your television acting like I don't know you And you're probably pissed off cuz you feel like I owe you But I did it on my own man it's just like I told you My shit about to pop like I shook up the soda Tell me what the fuck you think that I'm doing is so different Got a couple tattoos but the mood is consistent I've been shooting for the stars, now the moon ain't so distant And I've been in and out the city, ain't pay you with a visit Don't be mad don't be mad don't be mad about the way I'm tryna get away from it You've been cool from the jump all day, but if I change from it If I change from it, are y'all gon' stick around If I change from it, will y'all still hold me down If the money get me tripping will you be there when I'm winning Or are you finished and gonna bounce Yeah, you're cool with me now, but if I change from it Will you ride when the road bank I know people getting jealous They been talkin' hella bad about us and I've been tryna protect it I know that all the rumors ain't about to slow down They got ammunition loaded up in my home town They got shooters in the city holding on to the rounds No serial numbers so they will never be found But tell me what the fuck you think I'm worried about Touchdown in they city I don't hurry out I will judge you when they call the executioner to kill you I ain't even gonna call the fucking jury out I ain't tripping cuz I been there where they're coming from I ain't slipping, got a grip on it Second place talking crazy bout the number one But I don't give a shit bout it If I change, and I promise you I will Never be the same, I'm just tryna keep it real You already know the deal I'm tryna get a house in the hills with a view Couple car garage and pool on the roof I'm about to change and I owe it all to you If I change from it, are y'all gon' stick around If I change from it, will y'all still hold me down If the money get me tripping will you be there when I'm winning Or are you finished and gonna bounce Yeah, you're cool with me now, but if I change from it If I change from it, are y'all gon' stick around If I change from it, will y'all still hold me down If the money get me tripping will you be there when I'm winning Or are you finished and gonna bounce Yeah, you're cool with me now, but if I change from it

"Old Number 7" No freedom (no freedom) Just fuck with a country now I'm just out here with my kinfolk, ya feel me? Take the kid out the country You can't take the country out the kid Yeah I been on them dirt roads I been swervin' on that gravel I been on that number seven, ya feel me? Aye, aye, aye We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey Chain smokin' cigarettes Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me But I ain't feelin' guilty yet I grew up in a small town Camouflage and bloodhounds Cheap beer and pickups and dirt bikes and shotguns Moved out of the prairies, left my heart out on them back roads Hooked up with some bikers, went to hell and back with those angels And then I made it Alberta Lost too many friends of mine to overdose and murder Ended up in letters, left the rest of it behind I don't got time to get arrested, all my homies doing time Wear your heart out on your sleeve, my whole team is hard on packing Cut that shit right off your arm and let you keep your leather jacket We been on some ride or die or don't and live forever shit And everyone has made the choice to pass away eventually We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey Chain smokin' cigarettes Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me But I ain't feelin' guilty yet We been in our yards with our jars full of moonshine Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf We been gettin' faded and whistling country tunes like *whistling* Whiskey all in my tin flask Tennessee in my heart (that's true) Country folk and the fact that some city kids rep the tar Lookin' like some 'bout lives We don't give no fucks about lives Workin' on our art skills anytime the gun drawn We shoot your ass then leave you in the creek, you a swamp monster Merk you and leave you in the water, call that murky waters Neighbor wasn't psychic, she could never read my palms Cause the world was in my hands since we met when I was young Where I'm from you just run inside every time the trucks came City kids should fall back like summer camp playing trust games, ah You a lion by yourself, you got no pride Toss you off a cliff, you do a nose dive in low tide My country kids will take you the woods and you won't walk away My gang is full of Mike Tysons and everyday is boxing day Made it to the city with my nose ring and my money Agri in my heart still and whiskey in my luggage Super rugged like a trucker, I got wild meat in my stomach I cut my teeth on gangster shit, I been bitin' the bullet, bitch We been on the block drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey Chain smokin' cigarettes Number seven on the rocks till the cops come and get me But I ain't feelin' guilty yet We been in our yards with our jars full of moonshine Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf We been gettin' faded and whistling country tunes like *whistling* Aye A-aye, uh Whiskey all in my tin flask Tennessee in my heart (that's true) Country folk and the fact that some city kids rep the tar

"Way Off" Way off Way off Way off Way way way off I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off Y'all should fuck way off Y'all should fuck way off Y'all should fuck way off Yeah... They been fuckin' wit' each other, they ain't playin' wit' me Boys that wish that they were brothers ain't related to me I'm the mothafuckin' man, they all babies to me I been faded in some places you need paper to be I jus' kick 'em out the section like, "Go, go, go!" I ain't even stressin' like, "Yo, yo, yo!" They tryna cause a problem like, "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" And the homie come an' solve it on the low, low low I mean, really, they been trippin', they ain't nothin' to me How they day-one snitchin', that is somethin' to see I go back a generation up the family tree Cut it off at the roots, watch 'em fall like leaves I just watched a couple strippers take their clothes off Then they over at my table like, "I know y'all!" I'm like, "I ain't even doubt it, I been so raw" Here's my number, I'll ignore it if you hoes call Yeah... I've been schemin' by myself 'Cuz I don't need no help I've been chillin' all alone I've been livin' in my zone, yeah I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off I'm not tryna make amends If you tryna be a man Understand and lay off When I'm layin' down my head I got money on my mind And y'all gon' stay off Way way way way off! (I said "Way off!") Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! (I said "Way off!") I'm that mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! Way way way way off! (He said "Way off!") Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! I'm that mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! Me, myself, and I, yeah, I don't fuck wit' the team If you feel like you can, then it's not what it seems I'll run up in your crib while your family asleep And you'll die in real life, you alive in the dream, though Oh! I'm the bro, bro, bro If they talkin' shit, I'll let 'em die slow, slow, slow I ain't tired, but you know I'm on a roll, roll, roll I'm a diamond and I made it outta coal, coal, coal I'm in Compton and a homie got a vest on If you livin' on a prayer, he gon' bless y'all Put a cross on your chest, then he press y'all Leave you all over the table like a mess hall Buncha people in the north tryna fuck up my night I ain't goin' back 'n' forth 'cause I know that I'm right I've been out in California and I'm livin' my life For real, I tried'a warn ya, but I guess it's alright I've been schemin' by myself 'Cuz I don't need no help I've been chillin' all alone I've been livin' in my zone, yeah Ev'ry finger got a ring, though I'm just tryna do my thing, bro Smokin' weed in the range rove' Makin' fun of these lame hoes I'mma let the phone ring, bro I'mma try to take a king's throne Yo, we are not the same, bro I'm not in it for the fame, though I ain't into makin' friends And the time that I spend By myself gon' pay off I hope you don't take offense If you're mad about it, then Y'all should fuck way off I'm not tryna make amends If you tryna be a man Understand and lay off When I'm layin' down my head I got money on my mind And y'all gon' stay off Way way way way off! (Way off!) Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! (Way off!) I'm that mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! Way way way way off! (Way off!) Way off wit' the drama, boy! Way way way way off! (Way off!) I'm that mothafucka, you are just a mama's boy! Way way way way off! (Way off!) Way way way way off!

"Rolling Stone" Fill the ashtray up with blunts all weekend I fill my bathtub up with ice and tequila Fill the whole crib up with cigarettes and bitches Had a threesome with some strippers, woke up with some stitches I know your boy is on some rock star shit, oh, oh I know I'm headed for some Cobain shit, oh, oh Rolling stone With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut And been just as high Rolling stone With a home like that you could've been anything Yeah, but you chose this life Couple weeks out on the road and you begin to feel different You're in Paris, then in London and then in Berlin with some bitches Then you make it back to LA and you do not know the difference And you fly back into the Canada and drink because depression got you fucked up in the head Lyin' in your bed, sleeping while some pretty girl is tryna give you head I know the boy's on his rock star shit, oh, oh I lit the whole damn club up on a Sunday afternoon And on Monday morning, got a hotel room And on Monday evening, man I waited till the crew came And the very next night, had the club going up on a Tuesday Rolling stone With grades like that man, you could've been an astronaut And been just as high Rolling stone With a home like that you could've been anything Yeah, but you chose this life Rolling stone With a face like that boy, you could've been president Yeah, but you're just as bad Rolling stone With a heart like that you could've been anything, yeah And been just as sad Rolling stone

"How The West Was Won" I woke up last night In the living room Left the tv on Fell asleep to the news I've become numb to the violence I cannot hear no more cryin' or sirens Or stories bout Paris or terrorist threats to the country where I live Buncha politicians steady lying on the tv still Bunch young mothafuckers fighting with the police And the police kill Buncha students getting killed in an air strike And no one even care, like I wonder if they taught 'em that they'd never win a fair fight Huh, how the west was won How the west was won How the west was won How the west was won How the west was won Oh, when the lights go out Maybe then we'll see When the lights go out Maybe that's what we need When the lights go out and the job gets done Maybe that will be be be be how the west was won Had a drink last night While the city burned That I been to twice But it didn't hurt The images didn't seem real I'm too far to feel The fear and the anger and hatred And no one that I know got killed, I sat there and chilled Too many pictures of people who died way too young Too many bombings for me to keep up with, remember when there was none Too many dead for my tears Too many lost for my love Too many cry for my ears How the west was won How the west was won How the west was won How the west was won I woke up last night In the living room Left the tv on Fell asleep to the new new news I've become numb to the violence I cannot hear no more cryin' or sirens Or stories bout Paris or terrorist threats to the country where I live When the lights go out Maybe then we'll see When the lights go out Maybe that's what we need When the lights go out and the job gets done Maybe that will be be be be how the west was won

"Hangman" This a warnin' for the ones who say they aren't afraid Lately I've been comin' from a darker place I've been dealin' with depression, I'm more dangerous than ever I've been drinkin' again and never felt better I swear to God that I'ma burn a bridge and piss on the flames Mix the acid with some whiskey and spit it all in they face My new girl probably flip if you've got somethin' to say She reminds me of myself when I would drink everyday I used to feel like how I felt was just a temporary phase But now I feel like the feelings are fuckin' feeding off fame And I don't plan to slow down or give it a second to breathe I push the pedal past the breaking point, I'm pickin' up speed In 2016, swear I came apart at the seams I was sacred of the dark and therefore afraid of my dreams But I rebuilt what came apart with iron alloy and beams Come fly a plane into my legs and I won't fall to my knees Haven't taken any pills to calm me down for a month I'm on the edge and I'm waiting for any reason to jump Don't take it lightly, I'm excited when they throwin' a punch I got a list of different strategies to bury these bums Very rarely do I carry all the weight of a grudge But I been barely ordinary since the prairies and drugs My imaginary friends and camouflaged with some guns And I've been fairly military but my army is one They've been passive aggressive with how the deal with my message They lack the passion and reckless nature of truthful expression They ain't made of what I'm made from, they been bruised up and dented They don't understand the underhanded ruthless obsession That I was born with, slammed like the door sticks Closet full of skeletons, so heavy couldn't move them with a forklift Your bitch probably fell in love 'cause you forced it Now she bump my records while you deep inside a porn bitch I woke up with a buzzin' in my head I don't wanna leave the comfort of my bed A dozen missed calls from a dozen of my friends And my day just started but it's comin' to an end Already gettin' dark, wake up with the stars I don't even know how I got home after I left the bar, yeah I did eight months sober, and I hate that it's over But the weight on my shoulder started breakin' my heart I started out with one or two, and then I moved to three or four And then I realized that I was back where I had been before Ativan's gone missin' from the bottle Tell my doctor they were stolen, but I know that they were swallowed Everything I ever did was always done with open throttles All the way or nothin', non-commitment is a broken promise And I know that that's a problem in itself But you're livin' or you're dyin' or you're cryin' out for help, yeah It's been a week since I've felt like me I've been starvin' but I just can't eat I'm exhausted but I can't find sleep, it's been harder than it's ever been The darkness hasn't ever dimmed, the light's so bleak I never understood what they meant when they said they were just The shadows of men that they had been before they were beat Now I know that everything I heard was for real When I'm lookin' in the mirror at a shell of myself I think that stress is a contributing factor The bein' 28 and feelin' older than dad does The wrinkles on my face spreadin' faster and faster If the good die young, I hope I'm one of the bad ones The day's long, stay strong and try again tomorrow though Even if you're runnin' out of reasons to ignore the phone Even if you're runnin' out of gas, go and borrow more Your demons knock the hardest when you finally chose to close the door This not the way my parents raised me I hope they realize they didn't fail one of their babies This is the result of a declining social climate That's original design was keepin' people trapped inside it Liquor and violence, we suffer in silence Until we embrace one another and find our collective defiance We'll topple the giants, I just try to smile though the cryin' 'Cause I know that someone, somewhere's, feelin' way worse than I am And that's true (that's true, that's true)

"Dear Rappers" Man it's easy for these rappers who have it all Talk about the days when they used to be sad I guess I can't relate to being famous and wealthy I'm 28 and still praying for the day I have a chance Maybe y'all can help me out though I'm just tryna take care of my household I don't even wanna make my mouth gold I just wanna win before the system that I'm in Gets a hold of me again and starts to squeeze under my chin Until I'm out cold Dear rappers can you help me I'll even take a selfie with your album that I bought I got every single CD that you ever fuckin' dropped I spent everything I had, and I never have a lot Oh my God, what a mess Your words help me deal with the stress Used to contemplate my suicide the nights I was depressed Used to pop you in the boom-box and sit up by my desk Listen to your music 'til I felt it in my chest, but These days it's like you don't have nothing left Your music feels kinda like you're tryna write a check Everything is digital, I mean no disrespect But I'm paying even more, and you give me even less What the fuck? You taught me to think, you taught me to grow You taught me the things to, survive on my own But now you teach me to drink, you teach me to smoke You teach me to think, "every woman's a hoe" I don't want your xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face And try to tell me that it's art No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no Just a drug addict on TV I can't hear another fucking song about abusing medication that I had to take, just to stay alive There's more important shit than what you wear and where you live And who you fuck and what you drink and what you spend and what you drive Rappers full of bullshit Rap just a marketing vehicle For the product that the man wants you to buy Rap about a full clip Rappers just promoting different liquors and varieties or ways that you could die Yeah Dear rappers, can you help me? Are you almost out of alcohol to sell me? Tell me Cause drinking every night can't be the way to getting wealthy If I'm really bein' honest all this shit is overwhelming I need someone to look up to You're living in a country that elected Donald Trump You're living in a country where police are killing people every day and all you wanna talk about is doin' drugs You've been blinded by the money, you've been blinded by the cars You've been blinded by the women, don't know who the fuck you are Thought I knew you when I spent a hundred dollars on a ticket to your show And now I feel like you stole my fuckin' money and I'm broke Man you taught us how to rap, and you taught us how to dress And you taught us how to act, if we wanted to impress Now you're teaching me to live like I know you never would What you're preaching to these kids is keeping them inside the hood I don't want your xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face And try to tell me that it's art No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no Just a drug addict on TV I don't want your xanax bars Or your fancy foreign cars Throw your money in my face And try to tell me that it's art No, no, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no Just a drug addict on TV

"Castles" I see you at the liquor store Leavin' with the cheapest can of beer on the shelf You ain't livin' on the street, but you barely making rent And I relate because I'm strugglin' myself I see you smile at the clerk, while you fumble through your purse I just wish I had a little more to help I imagine where you livin', how you feelin', what you love And who you'll be if you can make it out your hell I see you at the bus stop, lookin' at the sidewalk Smokin' half a cigarette, waitin' for a ride Kinda limp when you walk, and look away when you talk You're ashamed, I can see it in your eyes Probably got a Nascar shirt, and a car that you love But you're here 'cause you're too afraid to drive It's been almost 10 years since the day that you crashed Can't forget about the little boy's life Everybody's got a story, if you look a little closer You can see it in the wrinkles in they face They can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight it But it comes out when their hair is turnin' gray You can feel it if you touch them, you can tell that they are troubled You can hear the story runnin' through they veins We all travel different roads, and we put on different clothes Underneath it all we're really all the same We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones I see you sittin' on the front porch Playing with a radio, lookin' to the sky Probably livin' in that house all alone these days Tryin' to find a better way to pass time Got a wheelchair ramp leadin' up to the door I can see that you walk just fine Probably hate it 'cause it isn't gettin' used anymore And you only ever built it for your wife Everywhere that I walk, see you on the sidewalk Beggin' for a little loose change for some dope Probably got a mama and a papa spendin' everything they make Tryna clean you up enough to take you home Used to have a good job, used to get good grades Used to have big dreams, then you lost hope When your girlfriend died givin' birth to your son You're the father that he'll probably never know Everybody has a tale that their too afraid to tell You can see it in the cracks in their hands They can cover it with smiles if you walk a couple miles in their shoes Then you'll know where they stand Everyone who really lived had to climb out of a ditch They were in before they found the right path If you wanna know the truth about what we been goin' through Then try to put your phone away so you can ask We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We are, the neighbors that you'll never meet We are, the strangers walkin' down your street We are, a million faces in the crowd We are, the ones the system's tearin' down We are, the people workin' to survive We are, more than just our 9 to 5's We are, the shoppin' malls and street cars We are one, it's time to tell them just who we are We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones

"Helluvit" They try to tell me I should dumb it down Say you're too conscious for the fans to feel you Try to tell me I should calm it down If you fight the system, they gon' try to kill you They try to tell me that I'm too sad And it isn't healthy, fuck I knew that I'm just doing me and if you don't agree I don't owe you shit, and that is too bad I've fired shots at all the mumble rappers And they try to say I'm not a humble rapper So I tell 'em I'm not like these other rappers And they try to say I'm just another rapper, fuck it I guess there's no pleasing y'all If the record has meaning, you don't leave it on But you stream all the songs that repeat the same shit About pussy, and Xanax, and liquor and drugs I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like 'Ye I could just get locked up like Meek Repeat the same thing, using stupid slang Yelling Gucci Gang on every flame beat Or I could be me, at least I can breathe At least I can sleep Knowing that I never sold myself for money or a dream These rappers all coked out They just mumble lots, they got broke mouths They got ten chains and got no house They got twenty hoes, and got no spouse Smart rappers don't drink lean That's kid shit, we ain't sixteen If you got a problem, I welcome it I'll be doing me for the helluvit For the helluvit For the helluvit They said to go to hell So I packed my shit and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I'm fire to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I'm finally in my zone, doing me, for the helluvit For the helluvit They try to tell me to ignore the haters You gon' get revenge when you're successful later They try to tell me I should not respond And I should write a song and put it all on paper They try to tell me I'm the bigger man If I'm not underhanded when I write 'em back And I try to tell them it's impossible Thousands of people a day have been sayin' I'm wack I try to tell 'em that it's complicated I could write a novel about getting faded But the conscious fans are gonna fuckin' hate it And the wavy kids are gonna love to play it So I write a song that's got a message in it And the wavy kids are saying it's pathetic But the conscious fans think it's awesome, man They comment like, man, I really get it So what the fuck do y'all want? I could have a seizure like Wayne I could just go OD like Peep I could just go crazy like 'Ye I could just get locked up like Meek I could just go sell out like Jay I could just stay real like Kwali I could just get money like Drake Or I could just say that I'm done playing games And get famous and know that I always stayed me So go ahead and bump the mumble rap Don't boycott it, just understand If you eat at McDonald's, you're gonna get fat If you listen to garbage, your head fills with trash Get drunk at the club, and spend all your money 'Cause rappers have told you it makes you somebody Then comment on this with your jealous shit I'll be doing me, for the helluvit For the helluvit For the helluvit They said to go to hell So I packed my shit and went with it Little did they know that they put me in my element I'm fire to the bone, now diamonds in my skeleton I'm finally in my zone, doing me, for the helluvit For the helluvit

"Whiteboy" I cannot feel guilty for shit that I didn't do But I can understand the reasons why you think that I should Yeah I'm white but I never put your neck in no noose And I never burnt a cross or hid my face with a hood You can't just label me racist 'cause I'm related to people Who did some terrible shit way back before I was alive My parents brought me up to treat everyone as an equal I refuse to feel ashamed 'cause of my pretty blue eyes Fuck a nazi, fuck a white supremacist Fuck anyone who labels me as that because of my family genetics The hatred for Caucasians is so fucking pathetic Go be proud that you're black, but don't hate me for some credit I'm not the white devil, neo-nazi, cop tryna pull the trigger You can call me what you want but I'd still never say... The white race as a whole ain't the enemy There's racist white people but we're far from that collectively White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes If a black man is sippin' on some Cognac sitting next to me I don't assume that every blacks favorite drink is Hennessy I don't dislike Tanesha cause her first name isn't Stephanie Not only is that wrong, it's a fucking waste of energy Ivory or ebony, 45 or 17, we all bleed the same Martin Luther King or Kennedy They're angry I'm recitin' the facts He white and he raps, and stole the culture right from the blacks Okay, he's fire but we lit the flame, he's siphoning gas So fuck this corny little honky, man, the whitey is wack You letting history perpetuate the hatred within And then you paint me with the brush You painted slave owners with Yeah White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes I got a mother, a father, a sister, an auntie and uncle And a grandma that I picture when you're openly hatin' And God willing one day, I'll have a kid of my own I refuse to let you blindly hate my wife or my baby So go ahead and hate the racists, I pray for their extinction If you wanna hate the white people, just make a distinction Between the ones who want the best for everyone regardless And the ones who built the system just to smother you with hardship Stop before you say it, I know what you been thinking Hows a straight white male in 2018 bitching You're making me the villain by demonizing my race For things I didn't do and decisions I didn't make No one that I call a friend has ever owned a slave And neither did our dad's, or our dads dad's, for fuck sakes Acknowledging atrocities were wrongly committed Is all that I can offer when I'm wrongly convicted I would never hate a man for what God gave him in pigments And I would never plot against him just because he is different I would never judge a human for the cards he was given or Call them lesser than myself cause of the race that he's mixed with White people that you hate aren't your neighbors or lawyers They're the Rockafellers, Rothschilds, Bushes, and royals They're the people who monopolize the water and oil And injected your communities with drugs 'til they spoil Got no patience for nazis, I think they're better off dead They're fighting hatred with hatred makin' the hate more intense I don't want nothing to do with either side of the fence So don't blindly attack me for wearing braids on my head Hate the people who believe you put yourselves in the ghetto Hate the ones who teach they children you ain't shit cause they said so Hate the ones who think you're all the same and judge you profusely 'Cause the way that you're portrayed on our news and in movies Bein' white and bein' racist aren't the same man, I promise Know it's hard to tell the difference if I'm just being honest I deserve the chance to show you I'm not part of the problem And you owe it to yourselves, we got so much in common White boy, don't say that White boy, oh you so bad White boy you wish you were black White boy, hey white boy White boy, white noise Sayin' shit I can't say with my white voice White boys, white lies Don't tell me how to see it through my white eyes

"American Dreamz" We're making murderers famous They kill a bunch of kids and get on all the front pages I don't know none of the victims, I know the guns in the system Promote the ones who are dangerous It's become entertainment We got T-shirts and posters covered in murderers' faces We got movies gettin made portraying killers as saviors And parents leaving kids alone at home with guns in the basement Would you pull me from a burning car? Or run to get your phone so you can film me, yellin "World Star"? A gun don't make a soldier with a purple heart A gun cannot protect us if we don't know where are morals are Students fill the classes and the graves And you claim it's a conspiracy to take your guns away All the while the families torn apart and trying to ask Why their son deserved to die at his desk in his class We don't want a politician making money off of bullet holes They're digging our grave, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz We're distracted by free porn And compilation videos of puppies and kittens While our children use the internet To bully one another and then purchase ammunition So addicted to your phone That you ignore the kids and never give them any supervision So they learn to build a bomb with things you keep inside your kitchen And you wonder how they ended up with life inside a prison We mourned a dead gorilla but don't care when it's a person We're forgetting that were human We're angry that chickens are being locked up in cages And then forget we do the same to kids in our institutions When they ask you about stupid shit you tell them they should google it Then you wonder why the troubled youth are homicidal lunatics You think it's tragic when a shooter kill a student But then say it's all a plan for them to change the constitution We don't want a politician making money off of bullet holes They're digging our grave, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz Yesterday will be the same shit as tomorrow If we don't wake up today We don't want a politician making money off of bullet holes They're digging our grave, the home of the brave has gone up in flames Give a fuck about the system, we're not doing what we're told The land of the free is armed to the teeth. American Dreamz