Настроить

Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid 
All these different things seperatin us 
It got me walkin this fence man 
and I don't even know what side I'ma fall on B 
Can't see it 
Well I'm a zebra y'all 
("Half Puerto Rican  half black  but you don't speak Spanish") 
Don't call me zebra y'all 
("Half Puerto Rican  half black...") 
Now how old are you? 
About six  on my BMX  doin tricks 
Back to Middlesex with a couple of poor white trashy brats 
Everything was coochie crunch till it was time for lunch 
They said to wait in the back, they said that Pops ain't like black 
See where I was the population's mostly white 
Ain't it? 
They wanna see you jiggaboo with your 
face painted 
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers 
fainted 
They want to see you a failure so I never 
became it 
Light-skinned, showed them lead, curly-headed 
Called me names, I was different, I was gifted, they made me ashamed 
Found out that I'm a different shade when I'm in the second grade 
Abe Lincoln's play, they want me to portray a slave 
My momma's face went pale she looked like she wanted to puke 
Now that I know the truth I'd rather play John Wilkes Booth 
Although my family came and bitched and in the play my role was 
switched 
My grandma told me I was fixed my problems wasn't fixed 
My family seen my views of the world distort 
Moms last resort, she decided we would move to Newark 
I took a deep breath leaving everything I knew behind 
The country air the green grass and my piece of mind 
Harassed by white cops on our way we're pulled out our car 
Mistook my mom for Joanne Chessimar (?) now I'm really scarred 
<> 
What am I, I'm confused, can't decide 
What am I who am I what am I 
Black or white, I can't identify 
What am I who am I what am I 
I'm confused, can't decide 
What am I who am I what am I 
Black or white, I can't identify 
What am I who am I what am I 
Culture shock, Newark's a far cry from Middlesex 
Broadly called projects, black eyes, regrets 
Torn lives, I've never seen so many people depressed 
My mental gets molested, physical takes violent threats 
Stress, walkin home from school's like a terrorist test 
I learned blacks could be racist too, somehow still I felt I was 
blessed 
Even my teachers called me half-breeds and all of that 
I was scared of livin here but also scared of movin back 
See where I was before I was the darkest thing they ever saw 
They figured that I'm black, white around 
They kick me like a soccer ball 
White people didn't accept me 
Fuck you 
Black people didn't accept me 
Fuck you 
Puerto Ricans didn't accept me 
Fuck you 
Diggin researchin my identity it gots me goin cuckoo 
"I'm the yellow nigga right? 
I'm tired of that. I am not passing, I am black! 
I was born black, I live black, 
and I will die, proud to be called black!" 
So now I'm goin "Hey niggaz" at niggaz that say Chino's not black 
They come to my house and tell my African mother that 
In fact causin crackup they said no sister would attract to me 
These same brothers got perms to get their hair like mine was 
naturally 
Descrimination, affects a brother's education 
Hands up in black history class, they never called on my ass 
But wait, growin at a rapid rate 
I digest their hate, it's family 
Found out my father left me when I'm three 
Dealt with felt if I knew my Spanish family they'd help 
Every mixed person I met they mostly just kept to themself 
We moved to East Orange I set it off talent shows staring 
A high yellow nigga's progression, my flavor's pouring 
<> 
Now how old are you? 
About nineteen lettin off my steam 
Used to be a punchin bag, but now I stomps, in hip-hop fiend 
Now I get the goya jokes, Menudo jokes, Rico Suave jokes 
But females rush me and the MC's steal up all my quotes 
See what I lacks in melanin I makes up wit adrenalin 
Your weak attempts at blemishin my mixed heritage I'm treasurin 
Don't need caucausian acceptance just that of a human being 
Laughed and spit at I don't represent cause I am not Spanish speaking 
Now how many dues must I pay to win 
You're angry and you're stressin that opression 
but you judge me by the skin I'm in when 
Adam Clayton Powell's, light-skinned and 
Farrakhan the brother's, light-skinned and 
Elijah Muhammad's also, light-skinned 
Discrimination from my own peoples is making my temper go thin so 
So stop playing me slight saying my song's aight instead of hype 
Don't called me red-boned, or light and bright and damn they're white 
I ain't no zebra, ain't no half of original either 
Don't call me mulatto I stab you with a broken bottle 
Callin your brother oreo get off it yo, now Tom consider 
He could be like Chino XL, a yellow ass nigga 
<>

Видео-клип к песне What Am I

Размести это видео у себя на сайте:

Код видео
скопирован в буфер