Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Burden
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Bartels
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm 'bout to stir up the pot, I'ma talk about what they don't want me to say
This division of race, is a spit in the face of America
Look at how far we done came
Oh what a shame
How does the media fill us with hate?
How do you feel like it's racist for someone to say that they're keeping America great?
[Verse 2]
Let's talk about this white privilege
I'll make it clear so that y'all get this
I ain't never had an opportunity in life that was given based what the tone of my skin is
You ain't oppressed, look at what year it is
There ain't no talking to you, you ain't hearing this
He's just a cracker who walks around talking his shit
He's politically wrong and he's arrogant, right?
Fist in the air, black pride, that's great
But if do the same for my race, that's hate
"He can do what he wants," is what a lot of you say
But if I play with the police I'ma have a bad day
So you must high
Done already told you, I don't wanna die
Who said it was better? They told you a lie
You think that my color gon' help me survive?
I don't despise my hair and my eyes
My heritage made me as handsome as I
Don't make me no better, no worse than no other person
Just saying, I'm happily white
Plus we the same, lemme explain
Work the same jobs, and get the same pay
Want to pass school, had to get the same grades
If you make the same choices, you go the same places
[Verse 3]
Lemme speak
I work hard for what you see
I was taught ain't nothing free
If someone got it, it ain't me
White privilege
Let's talk about this white privilege
Let's talk about this white privilege
Don't exist, with God as my witness
[Verse 4]
It's easy to see
You think I don't get it 'cause I don't agree
Like I didn't make it up out of the street
With nowhere to sleep and nothing to eat
Everything that we do by choice
Your racist movement, ain't muting my voice
My life been hell, as far as I can tell
The idea of white privilege been destroyed
[Verse 5]
Where is the card that they say I can pull?
Kicked out of school for bein' too cool
I went to jail, but I didn't get Bail
I wanted to rent, I'm a felon I can't
So where is all the inequality at?
I applied for jobs, they ain't calling me yet
My eyes are green, and my skin is white
Maybe they've been busy, yeah that's got to be it
You prolly believe it
Now you got to get even
Even though I ain't seen it
That ain't the way that I'm treated
Telling me you got expectations
Of me paying you reparations
Well I'm the voice of a million people
Feel the same exact way afraid to say this
(That ain't right)
[Verse 6]
I'm 'bout to stir up the pot, I'ma talk about what they don't want me to say
This division of race, is a spit in the face of America
Look at how far we done came
Oh what a shame
How does the media fill us with hate?
How do you feel like it's racist for someone to say that they're keeping America great?
[Verse 7]
Lemme speak
I work hard for what you see
I was taught ain't nothing free
If someone got it, it ain't me
White privilege
Let's talk about this white privilege
Let's talk about this white privilege
Don't exist with God as my witness
Written by: Kenneth Bartels