Prompt / Lyrics
#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
Tags
rap,trap,hip hop,witch house,ambient,melodic, nostalgic,diss track,West Coast, aggravated,post-disco, experimental rap
Duration
3:01
Instrumental
No
Created
6/30/2025