There's 2 sides to every story
The one you hear and the one you see,
My story's kinda different,
'cus both sides belong to me
Half of my life in the country,
Half of my life in the slums
Always different,
Always half-of-something, Never just considered one.
"Nigger Baby" "Whiteboy", those names never hurt
Never really being accepted is what always made things worse
To Black women I'm not a real "nigga", And White women clutch their purse
I'm not sure if it's a blessing, but I'd hate to call it a curse.
I love my Mother and my Father, but they could never be
My Pops is too proud and My Moms is too naive.
But the White side of me, for some reason, was never claimed
Don't get me wrong, I love my family,
and I'm not at all ashamed
But the plain fact is, you never really can be both
And it wasn't really a choice, never decided, I just know.
But I feel like such a Bigot, how could any choice be right
It's impossible to be Black and impossible to be White
This is my Yin/Yang.