While White

Walking while white
Man it's a bitch
I can go where I want
Without a single hitch

I can check out chicks asses
Without fear of mob violence
I can talk back to cops
I'm allowed a little defiance

Driving while white
That's easy too
I just hop in my car
What? Can't you?

Doesn't matter if I'm driving my Geo
Or a blacked out Lamborghini
With my light colored skin
There's no doubt it belongs to me

I don't get pulled over
And spread out on the hood
While I'm searched and suspicioned
Regardless if I'm bad or I'm good

I can pretty much go where I please
Without any harassment from the man
Except for that time
I had too deep of a tan

But it was soon cleared up
When I showed them my tan lines
We laughed and shook hands
No detainment or fines

Sometimes I feel guilty
But only a little bit
Because after all
I'm not the one getting treated like shit