Country singer Brad Paisley and LL Cool J have teamed up for a new song called "Accidental Racist." Their intentions were good, but the song is getting slammed across the country and LL is taking the brunt of the heat.
Check out the lyrics below and some of the comments being aimed at the Queens rapper/actor.
(Brad Paisley)
To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main, I hope you understand
When I put on that t-shirt, the only thing I meant to say is I'm a Skynyrd fan
The red flag on my chest somehow is like the elephant in the corner of the south
And I just walked him right in the room
Just a proud rebel son with an 'ol can of worms
Lookin' like I got a lot to learn but from my point of view
I'm just a white man comin' to you from the southland
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern blame
They called it Reconstruction, fixed the buildings, dried some tears
We're still siftin' through the rubble after a hundred-fifty years
I try to put myself in your shoes and that's a good place to begin
But it ain't like I can walk a mile in someone else's skin
'Cause I'm a white man livin' in the southland
Just like you I'm more than what you see
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't start this nation
And we're still paying for the mistakes
That a bunch of folks made long before we came
And caught between southern pride and southern blame
(LL Cool J)
Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understoodWhat the world is really like when you're livin' in the hoodJust because my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no goodYou should try to get to know me, I really wish you wouldNow my chains are gold but I'm still misunderstoodI wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into firewoodI want you to get paid but be a slave I never couldFeel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoodsSo when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all goodI guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the bookI'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here
I'm just a white man(If you don't judge my do-rag)Comin' to you from the southland(I won't judge your red flag)Tryin' to understand what it's like not to beI'm proud of where I'm from(If you don't judge my gold chains)But not everything we've done(I'll forget the iron chains)It ain't like you and me can re-write history(Can't re-write history baby)
Oh, Dixieland(The relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixin')I hope you understand what this is all about(Quite frankly I'm a black Yankee but I've been thinkin' about this lately)I'm a son of the new south(The past is the past, you feel me)And I just want to make things right(Let bygones be bygones)Where all that's left is southern pride(RIP Robert E. Lee but I've gotta thank Abraham Lincoln for freeing me, know what I mean)It's real, it's realIt's truth
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