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I am not a poet I am just a designer of words Architect of sentences The way I form and merge Paragraphs together that force MCs to submerge With an urge To break free of this bi racial jail cell Feast on my memories Please come and taste this Poppa was a black man Mama was a racist Groing up she called me nigger Kids called me cracker While the whites got whiter And the blacks got blacker I was hurting Doing everything I can Seen as a white boy with the soul of a black man God damn Looking up to Malcolm X Studying his speeches and underlining text How can I be white devil if my parents had sex Cuz I'm black And I'm white And I'm proud of every word that I recite I know my roots I know my past I know the issue of my race ain't gonna last We all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood But when we die The same ditch gets dug I still have a dream It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream That one day This nation will rise up and live up to the true meaning of its freedom We hold these truths to be self evident That all men are created equal |