Rock Star 


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 rock star
Only for a rock star
Sing no 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 playin'
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 hot 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 
loosin' your mind like a rock star 
Loose it! 

I got supposed fortune & fame
with existential potential 
Of runnin' the game,
but it the greedy of the whitey
at the top of my frame 
that's blurrin' my art piece, 
makin' it weak see 
makin' it watered down 
Dilutin' my funky sound 
But it's all you need to be 
in this weak society 
Powder puffy rock star dumb
Keepin' 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 
Doin' 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 bein' radical
Speakin' 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.

© Fishbone

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