Just another white kid who likes to wear flip flops, packs snacks in zip
Locks, and fucking loves hip hop
Lets get historical this is how the story goes
Bout a white boy with soul waiting to overflow
Sean J & I were rapping , even though ya know
That they were black as night and I was white as morning glow
And our backgrounds were from different postal codes
Im so white they invited me to the Maury Show
And I stood in the middle of the stage, sandwiched by the group, looking
Like an oreo
They ask how this whack cracker be rhyming
When he blends in to the white wall behindem
I say I love words, I say I love music, so why the hell can't I combine em?
But you could hint that I was insecure
Cuz my skin color made me a prisoner
Embarassed for my priviledge, my parents and my heritage
Hid it beneath black clothes, arrogantly tinted it
Surpressed the white in me, put it in a hidden file
Not the first jew swimmin down the river of denial
On the Sat’s I had to check the box and brand it
And my moms from peru so I said I’m Hispanic damn it
They asked if I rap and it made me claustrophobic
So I said no, I’m a rhythmic poet
But then I’m freesstyling and the crowd is whiling
And im in my flow state so time is flying
And that’s when the pigment of my skin is but a dam mirage
And everybody in the room began to camouflage
That’s when I realized that race isn’t definite
The prejudices irrelevant, I’m accepting my Melanin
I’m coming out of the darkness and into the light
Im white and I rap and I rap and im white