Race

Nah, don't ask me about my race,

Who I am

How I'm a light skinned minority

You don't know me,

And you don't need to know

Why ask me where I'm from

Because I don't want to be

Put in a categorized folder,

By race, gender, and ethnicity

Nah, don't ask me what I'm mixed with-

I'm not a fucking smoothie,

Get over it

Nah, don't ask me where I live

What hood I'm from

Why does it matter if it were park or lex,

Or in Harlem, all the way to Jamaica queens

Cross the seas,

Jamaica, West Indies

Nah, don't ask me

Who I am

Who I think I'll be

What I'll be

When I become a man

Nah, don't ask me if I have a dream

When did you start caring if I

Become a pilot or wall street analyst

Or if my dream were deferred

Turn to the street

Push rocks,

Street hustle

Sell rocks

Back on my block

Nah, why ask me what I've done,

About my life

Things I've done

Any of my trials and tribulations unsung

Why ask me

When

Wherever I go

Whatever I'll be

I'll never define

Conform to these lines

Not this time or that

This thing or that,

Not in this life

Not ever

Now and forever

The only thing I can tell you is

That I'll be real

I'll be true

I'll be me.