Mixed Feelings
(专辑: Young Sinatra - 2011)
[Logic:] I
am not a
poet, I
am just a
designer of words Architect of sentences the
way I
form and merge Paragraphs together that force MCs to submerge With an urge to break free of this biracial jail cell Feast on my memories, please come and taste this Papa was a
black man, mama was a
racist Growing up she called me nigga, kids called me cracker While the
whites got whiter, and the
blacks got blacker I
was hurting, doing everything I
can Perceived as a
white boy with the
soul of a
black man Goddamn, looking up to Malcolm X
Studying his speeches, underlining text How can I
be white devil if my parents had sex? 'Cause I'm black and I'm white And I'm proud of every word that I
recite I
know my roots, I
know my past I
know the
issue of my race ain't gonna last We all breathe the
same air and bleed the
same blood And when we die, the
same ditch gets dug [Martin Luther King Jr.:] I
still have a
dream. It is a
dream deeply rooted in the
American dream... One day this nation will rise up and live out the
true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."