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'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