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Travis decided this Halloween he would paint his face black
Now that he got a taste there's no turning back
He ditched his jeans, only wearing baggy clothes
He went so far as to paint his fingers like tootsie rolls
It's has been a year since Travis went black
He has three kids and is addicted to crack
He has gone too far and identifies as another race
But will they accept a man with shoe polish on his face?
Now that Travis has become a darker hue
He won't think twice from stealing from even you
You won't get back your bike no matter how much you run
Because after three years he needs to bring a gift when he sees his son
But what he got instead was three years of parole
He was just walking home and picked himself up a drug charge
These honkey cops won't rest while there is still black men at large
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
He made a grave mistake being painted black
Now he's black not white and still ain't got no soul
Even his son says he dances like a white guy
Because he is painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah!
Hmm, hmm hmm...