Juggaknots - Clear Blue Skies Lyrics
[Buddy Slim]Damn it, sonI think its time we had a little man-to-man talkingI heard that you was hand-in-handWalking down the boulevard, middle of the dayWith this Black chickTell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick[Breeze Brewin']Let me get this straightYou're ranting and ravingBehaving like a mad dog with rabiesBecause my baby's not white; that ain't rightPops, you got me puzzledBecause in the past with the Black folks you never struggledAt least to my knowledge[Buddy Slim]Your knowledge seems to need a little workingThat little nigger ***** got you looking like The JerkAnd I can't take another minute of you and that Black heifer, sonLooking sorta like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show[Breeze Brewin']What you know about my girl to try and slanderLet me talk a bit and maybe you can understandThe situation that I got isn't messing with somebodyCause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body[Buddy Slim]Yeah, yeah, yeah, OKI understand that she's attractiveCause their bodies are just built to be sexually activeBaby-making taking tax money for their welfareOr maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell thereSo what's her name?Is it Shanainai or Shaquana?Son, she's got to be a goner[Breeze Brewin']Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner[Buddy Slim]Oh, you think this shit is funny?I ain't jokingThat's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken[Breeze Brewin']Well I'll be damned'Cause it seems that I'm the last to knowMy father's a bigotMy girl's Black, he can't dig itSo she has to go[Buddy Slim]Now you're judging me, kidBut do you know me?[Breeze Brewin']But it seems to me like that even David Duke could be your homey[Buddy Slim]Now you know I ain't no racistBut they place us in a terrible predicamentThey're taking over the blockAnd, damn it son, I'm sick of it[Breeze Brewin']But when you see the neighbors you say "Hi, how you doing?"[Buddy Slim]Still I think of how the value of my property's been ruined[Breeze Brewin']You sound like such an idiotI pity itI wonder, should I laugh or should I cry?More than anything I want a reason whyAll of a sudden, the blood in your vein flows with such vigorJust because you choose to call another person "nigger"[Buddy Slim]Well they're just some thugsStealing, slum-dwelling, drug-dealing, gun-sellingAnd a hundred yard dashing after doing purse-snatchingDamn savages who ravages the buckets of Kentucky Fried ChickenWith the first dibs on the ribsLooking like a damn monkey on the football fields and basketball courtsTaking over sportsLeaving us just to golf and to tennisAnd they menacing society, the bumsThey should go the ***** to where they came from[Breeze Brewin']So that's your vision of perfection?That's your clear blue skiesThrough those clear blue eyesWhich seem to make you think you're betterBut instead of simply sinking to the level of your thinkingI'll be ghost[Buddy Slim]Pack your bags, nigger-lover, and good riddance