Outkast _______ No matter where I'm at Being accepted is hard for this cat Whether in the U.S. or Mexico People always question my flow When I visit the motherland I always get the feel That people don't like it when I keep it real So what's the deal? Is it because I dress different? Like different music? Or is it cause my spanish is different? You say I'm not Mexican enough That I'm too much of some Chicano/Gringo wannabe n' stuff Even when I'm home The Mainstream looks at me like a nome If I try to get a job People think I'm too Mexican That I don't know English If I walk into a liquor store Habib looks at me like a thug Ready to cause trouble so he watches me on the double Personally, I think this is all Bullshit & I don't give uhhh... So all you ignorant motherfuckers can get the finger from me Cause no color lines are seen by me & I don't care from what side of the border your from As long as respect is given but still, you don't hear me though If being an Outkast is what I am So be it I'll ride the elevators that I'll take me to that next level While y'all can chill with the devil
Reason for writing:
That's the way it is and will it ever change?
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