"White Brothers" wtf mate

#voice: WorldPatternz #

Unfortunately it seems some adults need verbal proof

that their mindsets haven't expanded they've been stuck in their youth

Look back far enough, every color bled the same

Trace the lines, we all came from one place

You asking where your white brothers went

Like suffering got a race preference

Every shade got scars, every skin got stories

Your tunnel vision missing all the other glories

Every race been through hell, every culture survived

Fighting different battles just to stay alive

From the reservations to the barrios and ghettos

To the sweatshops and the fields where the pain still echoes

But you only see struggle through your narrow beam

Middle school hallways, getting clowned every day

Predominantly Mexican but I look the wrong way

Completely white on the surface, that's what they see

Couldn't hear my parents speaking Spanish at home to me

75% Hispanic but my skin tone got them fooled

In my own community, but I'm getting ridiculed

They speaking Spanish, I'm speaking Spanish back

But my complexion got them thinking that I lack

The culture in my blood, the rhythm in my soul

Judge a book by its cover, that's how ignorance rolls

Same kids whose abuelas cooking rice and beans

Acting like I'm the outsider in these scenes

While I'm going home to pastelitos on my plate

They assumed I was the enemy at the gate

Most of them grew up, learned to see past the surface

Realized judging by skin tone ain't got no purpose

But some stayed stuck in that elementary mindset

Adults still thinking race defines who gets respect

So I'm the push they need to wake them from their sleep

Show them how shallow and stupid that thinking runs deep

You grown as hell but thinking like you're still in third grade

Talking 'bout your 'white brothers' like it's some parade

Pathetic how you never learned to expand your view

Still crying 'bout some made-up loss, boo-hoo

Where your brothers went? They evolved, they moved on

While you stuck singing sad songs 'bout a time that's gone

Acting like struggle got a copyright, got a patent

While real fighters of all shades been staying at it

Your ignorance is showing, it's embarrassing to see

A grown person this small-minded, this petty

I survived being judged by kids who didn't know better

But you? You should know better, you're a grown debtor

Real brothers don't come in one shade or one flavor

Real brothers stand together, that's the only behavior

Puerto Rican, Black, Asian, White - we all bleed red

When injustice hits the streets, we all move ahead

My brotherhood includes everyone who stands for right

Not just people who look like me in broad daylight

That's what growing up taught me, that's what struggle shows

Unity comes from the heart, not from how your skin glows