Damn, I don't know why they stress me out

And they keep looking at me with them dark eyes 

I'm tired, give me room, let me breathe 

For your own goodHow dare me! Me?? Assimilated

Ya crazy!

Cuz the gap between me and my dad is big

Don't change me

Fact is, I don't even speak his lingo

Still call the place he left 30 years ago home

I'm tired of this politics

It's cut between 2 cultures 

Got them both bodied in my backyard like vultures

Picture me rolling

On a donkey named Cheetah

With 2 barrels of water, let the waterman lead ya

Either ya follow the drip drops or my Cheetahs dudu

Either way kid, I'm living proof

You will get through

Enough cash to send grandma first class to Mecca

First things first, ya know! Discipline playa

Giving back to moms and pops for all these years

Trying to raise a kid up here like they do down there

Heads to the sky, clear - when it comes to my fam

Groceries they know I supply in whatever demand

Now can I live...

Esperanzados a que

Yo caiga, y si caigo

Sigo mi camino

Yo me integro, no asimilo

Ya he ganado suficiente

Mis tatuajes los llevo hasta la muerte

Mis ojos no ven todo

No soy ejemplo de nada

Las palabras a seguir las estrellas para admirar

No las indico yo

Si no puedo aprender no te puedo ensenar

?Esta claro no?

Que lo que digo y lo que hago aqui

Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, asi

Que lo mejor es ignorar, superar y conseguir

Lo importante para mi.They're wishful thinking my downfall

And if I fall

I just keep it going my way

Integrate, don't assimilate

I have allready won enough

My tatoos I'll carry to the my grave

My eyes don't see everything

I'm not an example of anything

The words to follow and the stars to admire

It ain't me who indicate 'em

If I can't learn how can I teach you

It is clear, isn't it? That what I say,

And what I do here

It's critized, compared and exaggerated, that's why

The best is just to ignore,

Overcome and get what's important for me.

No thoughts just mass confusion

No rest we chase empty illusions 

Is it my mind thinking or my heart speaking

Maybe I'm just stressed out

It's probably that

Mom's always yelling where you been

And pop's saying rap ain't gon' pay the rent

So stressed when I gotta do this shit

Cause at the same time I'm working 10 to 6

Many things on my mind I can't think straight

Sometimes I wanna quit but maybe it's too late

Or maybe I'm weak

And far from debate

Or maybe its just God pushing me towards my faith