Logic Mixed Feelings song lyrics

I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words

Architecting sentences the way I form and merge

Paragraphs together that force MC's to submerge

With an urge, to break free of this bi-racial jail cell

Feast on my memories, please come and taste this

Papa was a black man, mama was a racist

Growing up she called me nigga, kids called me cracker

While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker

I was hurting, doing everything I can

Conceived as a white boy with the soul of a black man

God damn, looking up to Malcolm X

Studying his speeches, underlining text

How can I be white devil if my parents had sex

'Cus 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

Yo, we all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood

And when we die, the same ditch gets dug

"I still have a dream, it is a dream teached within the American dream

That one day, this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of being free

Behold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equally."