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        What am I, I'm confused, can't decide  What am I who am I what am I  Black or white, I can't identify  What am I who am I what am I  I'm confused, can't decide  What am I who am I what am I  Black or white, I can't identify  What am I who am I what am I    Culture shock, Newark's a far cry from Middlesex  Broadly called projects, black eyes, regrets  Torn lives, I've never seen so many people depressed  My mental gets molested, physical takes violent threats  Stress, walkin home from school's like a terrorist test  I learned blacks could be racist too, somehow still I felt I was blessed  Even my teachers called me half-breeds and all of that  I was scared of livin here but also scared of movin back  See where I was before I was the darkest thing they ever saw  They figured that I'm black, white around  They kick me like a soccer ball  White people didn't accept me  Fuck you  Black people didn't accept me  Fuck you  Puerto Ricans didn't accept me  Fuck you  Diggin researchin my identity it gots me goin cuckoo    "I'm the yellow nigga right?   I'm tired of that. I am not passing, I am black!   I was born black, I live black,   and I will die, proud to be called black!"    So now I'm goin "Hey niggaz" at niggaz that say Chino's not black  They come to my house and tell my African mother that  In fact causin crackup they said no sister would attract to me  These same brothers got perms to get their hair like mine was naturally  Descrimination, affects a brother's education  Hands up in black history class, they never called on my ass  But wait, growin at a rapid rate  I digest their hate, it's family  Found out my father left me when I'm three  Dealt with felt if I knew my Spanish family they'd help  Every mixed person I met they mostly just kept to themself  We moved to East Orange I set it off talent shows staring  A high yellow nigga's progression, my flavor's pouring        Now how old are you?    About nineteen lettin off my steam  Used to be a punchin bag, but now I stomps, in hip-hop fiend  Now I get the goya jokes, Menudo jokes, Rico Suave jokes  But females rush me and the MC's steal up all my quotes  See what I lacks in melanin I makes up wit adrenalin  Your weak attempts at blemishin my mixed heritage I'm treasurin  Don't need caucausian acceptance just that of a human being  Laughed and spit at I don't represent cause I am not Spanish speaking  Now how many dues must I pay to win  You're angry and you're stressin that opression  but you judge me by the skin I'm in when  Adam Clayton Powell's, light-skinned and  Farrakhan the brother's, light-skinned and  Elijah Muhammad's also, light-skinned  Discrimination from my own peoples is making my temper go thin so  So stop playing me slight saying my song's aight instead of hype  Don't called me red-boned, or light and bright and damn they're white  I ain't no zebra, ain't no half of original either  Don't call me mulatto I stab you with a broken bottle  Callin your brother oreo get off it yo, now Tom consider  He could be like Chino XL, a yellow ass nigga