Skin color vs ethnicity:
Isn't that the game?
My mother is Scotish
My father is Mexican
My cousins are African
I have blue eyes with a halo of orange fire
I have hair as rich as chocolate and thick as molasses
I have skin like ivory
I am not white
But that doesn't matter to you
You look at me and think white
I look at you and think white
Your blood is red but mine runs black
So where's your trigger for me?
Why isn't the bullet in my heart?
Why did he have to suffer,
Because you looked at him
And thought black?
Why are they condemmed,
because their skin mimics the night?
My skin shines like a star
But my blood is made of infinities
I deserve that bullet as much as him
But you deserve the hell of it