ABOUT ME BABY

MY HOMIES

You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
You call me "Cracker", "Honkey", "Whitey" and even "The Man" and you think it's OK.
But when I call you, "Nigger", "Kike", "Towelhead", "Sand-Nigger", "Camel Jockey", "Beaner"
or "Chink" you call me a racist.

You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you, so why are the ghettos the most
dangerous places to live?

You say that you want to make a change in this country.
How? By protesting everything that we believe in? By trying to change everything that has
made this country run fine for centuries?

You have Martin Luther King Day.
You have Cesar Chavez Day.
You have Yom Hashoah
You have Cinco de Mayo
You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi

If we had a White Pride Day you would call us racists.

In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching for your race and rights.
If we marched for our race and rights, you would call us racists.

You enjoy the thought of Driver's Licenses for illegals.
We enjoy the thought of people obeying the laws of the land in which they reside. No
negotiations.

You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're not afraid to announce it.
But when we announce our white pride, you call us racists.

You call each other "niggas", but when we call you that, you call us racists.

You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us.
But, when a white police officer shoots a gang member or beats up a drug-dealer running from
the law and posing a threat to society, you call him a racist.

We work hard to perserve our history.
You come along and try to re-write it.

We want a safe environment for our families and children.
You want to bring the ghetto to our neighborhoods.

I am white.
I am proud.
I am an American.

But, you call me a racist