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| My name is Roy. My genes say that I am black, but people call me white. | |
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| I am white... what's wrong with that. | |
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Roy meets a cop... watch out!
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| Snowmen suck, glad its summer and it melted. Your white, how's that working out for you? | |
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| Ooh, you're Black, time for some racial profiling! You're under arrest, you have the right to... forget it let's just skip to the excessive force. | |
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| Hey cracker, what's going on. Do you think I am white or black | |
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| My name is Gabe. I am a raver, I love glowsticks, extacy and dark places. You look black, but the way you speak makes you white, where are your ebonics and cornrows? | |
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