(Song goes here)
Within the outer layer of my mocha colored skin lies veins in a pool of hispanic blood
and without me providing you with this information you wouldn't be aware because
judgements allow themselves to fly like bullets do
opinions only matter because facts don't know the truth & I'm overviewed
by close minded indivisuals who indivisually pin point ways to limit my indivisuality
so i just let my rhythmitic chords beat its way through any envious situation
to take my place when I'm in an akward disposition& not let myself be subjected as a cultureless figure of tough roots
opposed to a tough mentality depicted by the roots of my scalp rather than my personality
crayola holds the scale shaded colors for my skin distancing me from my nationality people .. where's the hospitality I can no longer freely roam places - spacious sidewalks to highschool hallways
depictions are made about where my refuged ancestors barefooted backgrounds marched .. always
I'm either a little darker than caramel but lighter than chocolateso as the saying goes then "Bite me"
Maybe then you can excite me
Man I mean Insight me with learning how to respectand don't critisize me negatively cause I will postively correct .. you
& you can cease with trying to make me believe that my hair makes me uhh ..meee
Because Yes I am black but a hispanic as well & well I'm just trying to tell you that ..
I .. AM .. NOT .. MY .. HAIR ..
(Song goes here)
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