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As a black kid, you gotta
Learn this handy trick of
Social self-defense
You gotta switch up your speak
And give your manner a tweak
Depending on the audience
I'll be Will Smith witty
Or cool like Diddy
Or affable as you please
Cause when you're young and black
You develop a knack
For putting the world at ease
It's called code-switching
And I'm a master of the dial
I've got a different me
For every situation
No matter black, white,
Young or old
I can tune in to your tongue
And nobody can tell which
One's the real me, yeah
For those timid white suburban moms
I'm humble, saccharine-sweet
Just a skinny Kenan Thompson, ma'am
No need to cross the street
For older blacks, I'll dial it back
Play the respectful grandson role
They don't care for rap or hip-hoppity crap
So I'm warm as Motown soul
And I can charm the old-school
Italian cats with a smile
Like Sammy Davis
But I always know that
As soon as I go they go
straight back to stone-cold racist
Code-switching
Got the whole world
On my dial and it's
Anybody's guess which
One is me
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