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