The Mixture of Me

When you see me
What do you see
Black young and foolish
Didn't notice I was spanish too eh

I don't speak it just a little rarely
But I got something else
Something just barely
Beneath the surface
Within the depths of these eyes
Do you see the cries
Of my ancestors before me
Do you see the pain and suffering that bore me
He's Black

I'm Latino

Never thought Native American
All three in search for salvation
He's a street kid hustler lil punk
Grew up in the ghetto that was his luck
I was shipped on a boat
Got raped for some land
Uncle wants me?
Fuck you Sam
I want you to explain
Why we still have to this day
Things that make our forefathers turn in their graves
We got dickies clothes to remind us that jail clothes is a style
Mean while forgetting the beauty of the Nile
Where we were kings and queens and greatness was our destiny
I have been stripped what is left of me

Then a name that is no longer what I'm referred to
They call me nigga why just not dude
In a daydream of mine I dreamt of Puerto Rico
I dreamt of the unification of a people
See you may not know may not understand
That it may be one island but still a divided land
I'm a mixed kid from the Bx born to be a hustler
Didn't go that route too hard for my mother
I amplified and epitomized a proud minority
Truth be told is the majority
Who slowly reached up and climbed to the top
Come meet me in the sky before it's too late and drops