[Intro]
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
And I don't even know what side I'mma 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...")
[Verse 1]
(Now how old are you?) About six, on my BMX, doing 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
Yo I don't even know what the vibe is kid
All these different things seperatin us
It got me walkin this fence man
And I don't even know what side I'mma 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...")
[Verse 1]
(Now how old are you?) About six, on my BMX, doing 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
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