Unfortunately America has a sinister history with racism. Though some choose to ignore it, it's still very much an issue, and probably will be as long as human beings roam the Earth.

Country music singer/guitarist Brad Paisley teamed up with rapper LL Cool J to write "Accidental Racist" to represent their stance on the issue. Sparking widespread Internet buzz, "Accidental Racist" was leaked online Monday, April 8 and calls for white and black Americans to let bygones be bygones and move forward into the future together.

"I needed to do something that was going to be interesting like that, and shake things up, and jump out of the box," rapper and co-writer, LL Cool J told CNN on Sunday night at the Academy of Country Music Awards.

LL Cool J told CNN the music industry needs more songs with a message. Instead of mindless bubble gum, the rapper urges for art with purpose.

"Music is about, and art is about, connecting different people, and building bridges and breaking the rules," Cool J told CNN. "If it's not compelling, and it's not complex and it's not interesting, then what are we doing it for? So I think that's the right move."

Paisley talked about the song on Ellen recently.

"We're sort of asking the question as a proud Southerner and he is a black New Yorker." Paisley told Ellen DeGeneres."One of my favorite lines in the song, he says, 'I think the relationship between the Mason-Dixon needs some fixing.' Leave it to a rapper to put it so simply and so beautifully."

Here's an excerpt of the lyrics from "Accidental Racist"

Paisley's verse from the perspective of a white southerner:

I'm just a white man comin' to you from the southland
Tryin' to understand what it's like not to be
I'm proud of where I'm from but not everything we've done
And it ain't like you and me can re-write history
Our generation didn't start this nation
We're still pickin' up the pieces, walkin' on eggshells, fightin' over yesterday
And caught between southern pride and southern blame

LL Cool J's verse:

Dear Mr. White Man, I wish you understood
What the world is really like when you're livin' in the hood
Just because my pants are saggin' doesn't mean I'm up to no good
You should try to get to know me, I really wish you would
Now my chains are gold but I'm still misunderstood
I wasn't there when Sherman's March turned the south into firewood
I want you to get paid but be a slave I never could
Feel like a new fangled Django, dodgin' invisible white hoods
So when I see that white cowboy hat, I'm thinkin' it's not all good
I guess we're both guilty of judgin' the cover not the book
I'd love to buy you a beer, conversate and clear the air
But I see that red flag and I think you wish I wasn't here