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Yo, I'm one of them thick-lipped coloured men Yes, I jump high and, yes, I can dunk a ring I like my jeans low and my tees tall I guess I got a kinda decent free throw I ain't got the thickest of nostrils, no I ain't really listen to gospel, no And I ain't ever tried Kool-Aid Nor that watermelon, chicken or waffles, yo And we're too white to be a black kid, right? And not enough to live that white kid life Am I ever gon' quite fit right? (Get out of here, man) Does no one know my pain? (Get your ass out of here) Maybe Mikey might But still, I'm feeling like I Couldn't finish a sentence if it was written well (Yeah) But I could finish a sentence up in the prison cell (Yeah) And while they're living well, let me sit in jail (Yeah, uh-huh) Say it's all good while we live in hell (Yeah) So I figured that this stigma stickin' to my pigment Really got me feelin' that I probably should rebel But I didn't, man, I just looked around And straight back down at my skin and thought You're too white to be a black kid, right? Letras de cancionesNot enough to live that white kid life Am I ever gon' quite fit right? Does no one know my pain? Maybe Mikey might Yeah, maybe Mikey might Oh yeah Maybe Mikey might (Maybe, uh, yeah, maybe) Think about it, yeah, I might be right Might be, I might be right Yeah, maybe Mikey might 'Cause someone knows my pain Well, I think I might be Might be, I might be right I think I might be right I might be, I might be right If we talkin' white to black kid, Michael Jackson then I might be, I might be right Might be, I might be right Hmm, hmm From Letras Mania