Short Notes: Accidental Racist

ll-cool-j-brad-paisleyThis week, Brad Paisley released a new song, “Accidental Racist,” the song features L L Cool J.

As the title implies the song faces the topic of racism head on and heaven forbid these two men address the issue in a mature, give and take fashion.

Sadly, once the song hit the airwaves, the professional victims of our country took to the airwaves and internet proclaiming the injustice found in the song.  REALLY!?!??!

Let me just put it out there… give me Brad Paisley and LL Cool J any day speaking in an honest, passionate way about racism over Kanye, Jay-Z and Eminem with their narcissistic, misogynistic, homophobic, race baiting rants.

Brad Paisley and L L Cool J have proven through their careers to be fine upstanding citizens who respect their fans, their talent and their nation…  not so much for the other three mentioned above.

We need MORE songs like Accidental Racist, we need MORE conversations like the one being spear-headed by these world-class entertainers and we need MORE people who aren’t afraid to address the wrongs of our past in a grace-filled way.

When the world has more Paisley and Cool J and less Kanye, the world will be a much better place!

In case you haven’t heard it, the lyrics to “Accidental Racist” are found below….

“Accidental Racist”

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

Cool J:

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood What the world is really like when you’re livin’ in the hood Just because my pants are saggin’ doesn’t mean I’m up to no good You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would Now my chains are gold but I’m still misunderstood I wasn’t there when Sherman’s March turned the south into firewood I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin’ invisible white hoods So when I see that white cowboy hat, I’m thinkin’ it’s not all good I guess we’re both guilty of judgin’ the cover not the book I’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

Paisley and Cool J (Cool J in parentheses):

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 be I’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 real It’s truth

Life’s Playlist… Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band

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Life’s Playlist…

Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band

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