My President is black
My Maybach too
And I’ll be goddamn if my diamonds ain’t blue
My money’s dark green and my Porsche’s light grey
And I’m headed for D.C., anybody feel me?
My President is Black, in fact he’s half White
So even in a racist’s mind he’s half right
So if you got a racist mind, it’s alright
My President is Black but his house is all white
Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk
Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run
Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly
So I’m gonna spread my wings, you can meet me in the sky
I already got my own clothes, I already got my own shoes
I was hot before Barack, imagine what I’m gonna do
Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady
Red, white, and blue flag, wave for me baby
Never thought I’d say this shit, baby I’m good
You can keep your puss, I don’t want no more Bush
No more war, no more Iraq
No more white lies, my President is Black
KG Here
I have cable on my screened in back porch and live across the street from the library. I moved to Nashville to work in music and I love a road trip home so I can listen to my Ipod in alphabetical order.
kghereblog at gmail dot com
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