what do i call myself, black, afro-american, or african desecent
well i dont care, meaning who can tell the difference
i wonder, and i ponder, back to wondering again
made it out the water, saved from my ancestors, no more drownin
clanton alabama where my family started and
where my great great great fam stopped slavin
made it happen, children brought down the lineage
many years suffered but scars were only scratch in our visions
so to answer the question of where i came from
boats, hut, bullshit transportation trucks
i dont know exactly, but i know where i am now
self-proclaimed californian, steady holdin it down
you can catch me running up and down nogales
amar, la puente, shakespeare, they aint far
long ways down valley, hop on grand
the 60, the 57, occasionally the 1-1-0 110
you feelin this, no BS here, just truth in its form
i might look the part, dont judge of where im from
the cities have the culture diversity
street smarts smarter than some at the universities
brain washed, learned to read this, and buy those clothes
understood one way, one way to read the clock
theres a point blank difference from optimistic and pessimistic
homes, hoods, communities, urbs all exist and
to surely place myself in a category
anywhere i can score big like Robert horry
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Monday, November 2, 2009
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