Logic - Mixed Feelings lyrics

I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words Architecting sentences the way I form and merge Paragraphs together that force MC's to submerge With an urge, to break free of this bi-racial jail cell Feast on my memories, please come and taste this Papa was a black man, mama was a racist Growing up she called me n***a, kids called me cracker While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker I was hurting, doing everything I can Conceived as a white boy with the soul of a black man God damn, looking up to Malcolm X Studying his speeches, underlining text How can I be white devil if my parents had s** 'Cus I'm black and I'm white And I'm proud of every word that I recite I know my roots, I know my past I know the issue of my race ain't gonna last Yo, we all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood And when we die, the same dish gets dug "I still have a dream, it is a dream teached within the American dream That one day, this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of being free Behold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equally."