Mixed Feelings

[Logic] 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 Percieved 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 Cos 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 [Martin Luther King] "I still have a dream, it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream, that one day, this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed; we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal…"