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