Rock Star

(album: Chim Chim's Badass Revenge - 1996)

When I was a kid I would go to the show and see
the rock star I'd play my records and look at
the album cover at the rock star Sometimes I'd
check out the R&B But the polka, salsa
classical scene just was not me. I wanted to be
like Bootsy Dr. Funkenstein or Jimi the rock star
Color meant nothing to me Everything was equal
as far as I could see. Ignorant to the racist
music industry music industry music industry
Music industry...white rock star
Everywhere I look...white rock star Read it in the
paper...white rock star Watch it on TV...white
rock star Only just a little...black rock star
Only for a token...black rock star
Sing no controversy...black rock star
Sometimes for the flavor of Japanese
No communication but it's overseas. Unaware of
how propaganda works I soon became a victim,
a trick at work With my black brotha's playing
rock & roll signed and ho'in for a major label
selling my soul as a rock star.
Do the rock star ohh Do the rock star yeah
Break a window, smash a TV We're some hott
mother fucka's It's no doubt about, we do the
rock star Ohh do the rock star, yeah
Get real drunk, fuck, fuck, fuck Kick in the radio,
smash up a chair Do the rock star, wooh
Do the rock star, yeah Wreck your hotel room
Catch a Lear jet Stay in debt, manic depressed
Sweat & jerk to the best Smoke a cig, fuck,
fuck, fuck, Lie fry loosing your mind like a rock
star Loose it! I got supposed fortune & fame
with existential potential Of running the game,
but it the greedy of the whitey at the top of my
frame that's Blurring my art piece, making it
Weak see making it watered down Diluting my
funky sound But it's all you need to be in this
weak society Powder puffy rock star dumb
Keeping people stupid and dumb Do the rock
star ooh Do the rock star hey Shoot up some
heroin Snort some cocaine Smash your guitar
Wreck a jet plane With a short gun to your brain
For the price of fame like Kurt Cobain Doing the
rock star main Color meant nothing to me
But now I just can't escape From the rains that
drive me ape of their white fear through the
television in my eyes in my ears Racism!
Separation! Media! So I guess you can say I'm an
angry brotha Can't play my music 'cause of
barrier of color Deep in debt with a seven record
set Videos and funky shows but no one knows
The major pain and misery of being radical
Speaking of what you feel in a world that's sad and
dull But the rock star got the money
and the fuck fuck right action lights and plane
flights Drugs and press but in reality
it's a lot less when you're the rock star oooh.