I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious, but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I said thank you
I said thank youI wrote this novel, just for Mom
For all the Mommy things she's done
For all the time she showed me wrong
For all the time she sang God's song
And I say thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi MomI read a book about Uncle Tom
Where white bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
And those motherfuckers got it wrong
Now I ask who is Uncle Tom ?Who is Uncle Tom ?
Who is Uncle Tom ?
You areI read a book about the south
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't careI wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious
Yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you.
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Sharon & Cie, Histoire d'Un Terrorisme Ordinaire par Inconnu