Lyrics Old White Man - Al Jacobi

One day I'll be an old white man
Well, oh damn
I'll be saying old white things
With the occasional old white rant
One day I'll be an old white man
Like my old white man
And all his old white friends
Judged by my old white skin
One day I'll be an old white man
With old white money in the bank
Thriving in an old white branch
Self-made off a couple hundred grands
One day I'll be an old white man
Pulling up in an all white Benz
With a hot young chick on my old white wang
Like I give an old white damn

You're looking at false sympathy, the embodiment
White supremacy, a monument
Small dick energy, fuck everything
A whole identity based on what they're gonna think
Cause one day I'll inevitably be everything I ain't
But that is not my destiny, that is not my fate
I just shame a celebrity, and then I feel okay
I hear they're done with the patriarchy
So I claim feminist hoping to impress a bitch
Only cat call her if I can tell she's into it
Straight, white male aware of my privilege
Just ask the African children on my Tinder pics
So what if I never did charity?
Or made a donation without sharing it?
That's for inspiration and to show solidarity
And if you butt hurting
It's cause I'm a better person than you'll ever be
I'm just trynna see your awareness grow
By any memes necessary, yo
And if I don't act, it's cause I have been doing a lot of thinking
So don't give me no mainstream media facts
Matter of fact, fuck the radio, fuck Eminem, and fuck Macklemore
Fuck everything that make em think
I don't respect black culture though
Fuck me when my black friend says he thought Stan was dope
And I do too, but now I can't say that no mo'
But hey, ya know, I love Kendrick
Plus I saw that "I'm not racist" video, and now I get it
Even showed it to my family and debated it all
For like... seven whole minutes
And you don't have to praise me, though I would accept it
I'm so fucking reflected
I rant when they pull me over for speeding and don't give me a ticket
Meaning I thank the officer and don't resist it
But I can't let it go by without feeling offended
Thinking it woulda been different, if I had had different skin
And don't tell me I'm tripping cause I've seen it firsthand
I was out with my friend, and the bouncer wouldn't let him in
To join the party with me and the rest of the gang
So when we went back to dancing, we were thinking bout him
Now, it'll probably be a week before we can have fun again
Nobody even intervened while I was getting it on cam
Man, I swear these people, they never did give a damn
But we stay woke, sedated in weed smoke
Circle jerking over all the things that we know
We're all worth the same, but we just better people
Cause we call for change as long as it's free though
Make sure they know my race when I call the cops
Make sure they know I hate em when they showing up
Make sure you know I'm brave cause I told em off
And make sure I'm throwing shade when you don't post enough
Black out Tuesday, all these black squares
But look in the streets, it's only blacks there
Protests for peace, that's what I'll have, yeah
So I take a selfie and leave, I did my fair share
But let me know when we looting, I need my fair share
I got me some white Jordans, I need a black pair
Felt right till I was talking to the cashier
Of that same black-owned business
Should I perhaps give this back here?
Nah, I mean I would, but say what if
I become why they believe good white people don't exist?
Sometimes I think I'm the only one there is
So if I'm suddenly not, then how may that persist?
I guess I got a savior complex
Trynna save myself from the same blame I project
I ain't no compensator, and I ain't no no narcissist
But just tell me I'm your hero so they can never say I'm less

Cause one day I'll be an old white man
I hope some things will have changed by then
If not, I'm the cause of everything
Not much I can do, but I do what I can
One day I'll be an old white man
Prolly at somebody's expense
I already see the blood on my hands
I might go ahead and say sorry in advance
One day I'll be an old white man
Right, here we go again
I refuse to feel ashamed of who I am
But if I am who they say, then I do understand
Cause one day I'll be an old white man
To sum up my whole life span
But I'll know where I stand
I'll know (Know, know)

Walt Disney when I draw a glock
Hit the Trump Tower, and I promise you'll see Donald duck
My shit is usually goofy, but this time it's not
I know they looking to shoot me when the cameras off
Sup, yelling power corrupts
Powerless to the conviction that we should power up
Amidst running this resistance right into a power plug
Everybody's tripping, yeah we bound to see some bodies drop
Trynna be the last man standing
Unless it's for the national anthem
So while the truth cause a national tantrum
My natural reaction is to hand em more facts
And watch em snap so I can clap back at em
Ranting all lives matter is why all lives shatter
I'd prolly be offended, if I was a lil blacker
And misrepresented by a Fox News anchor
We ain't got all the answers, but we got all the data
As a kid, I'll admit I had a wish to be black
Without getting harassed or the cops killing my ass
All that the media twists or we are just looking past
With the main matter being saying in my raps
Coming up on ebonics and YouTube comments
Confronted with the privilege to do nothing
Either you're too oblivious, or you're too conscious
But I've been wanting to do prove some
Since I was bumping Good Kid, Maad City
Trynna be the first white Black Hippy
I was 17, and I rapped shitty
Cooking up beats in the class with the headphones on
Some damn pity, but this lil cracker had a crack, did he not?
They say I'm too serious, they cracking me up
I say they too scared of this, so back the fuck off
I don't have to be cherished, I don't have to be loved
I just have to give a fuck for some

So when do I speak?
When do I follow, when do I lead?
When do I swallow pride or wear it on my sleeve?
When do I riot or call the police?
When do I fight, when do I opt for peace?
When do I choose a side or objectivity?
Arrive at conclusion or continue to seek?
When do I realize that it all starts with me?