| Chip on my shoulder, big enough to feed Cambodia
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| See, I never fit into they quotas
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| Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion
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| Long before I knew the significance of a comb
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| I roam like phone with no vocal reception
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| Immigrant parents had me feeling like a step-kid
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| And black Americans never did accept me
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| That’s why I grab so much when I’m respected
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| I never fit in with them light skins
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| I felt the lighter they was, the better that they life is
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| So I resented them and they resented me
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| Cheated on light skin Dominique when we was seventeen
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| I figure I’d hurt her, she evidently hurt me
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| And all women who had light features, see
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| I’d never let a light broad hurt me
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| That’s why I strike first and the verse cuts deep
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| From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother
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| Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you’re so beautiful
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| Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate
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| Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you’re so beautiful
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| Just another knotty-haired nigga
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| Hoping Wes Snipes make my life a bit different
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| In middle school I had to write to be timid
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| I had beautiful words but girls never listened
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| Listen; |
| blacker the berry, sweeter the powder
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| Well I’m fruit punch concentrate and they water
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| Walk into my room thinking how to make moves
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| Ain’t thinking like a student but how Ice-T'd do it
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| Light dudes had the girls looking there all year
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| It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair
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| Couldn’t adapt to naps, I wear caps
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| They napped and slept on me, man, I hate black
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| Skin tone I wish I could take it back
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| Or rearrange my status maybe if I was khaki
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| Associating light skin with classy
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| The minstrel show showed a me that was not me
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| From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother
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| Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you’re so beautiful
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| Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate
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| Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you’re so beautiful
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| They say «black is beautiful,» but ask them beautiful
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| Light girls if it’s black they attract to usually
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| What if Barack’s skin was all black, truthfully
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| Would he be a candidate or just a blackened community?
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| We as black dudes tend to lack unity
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| And them blacker girls ain’t on the tube usually
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| Right now at 23 I ain’t mad at them reds no more
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| But for long time I had gone cold
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| Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back
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| To reds, I ain’t know how to act
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| They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act
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| A defense mechanism, what I thought that I lacked
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| Confidence
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| From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother
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| Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you’re so beautiful
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| Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover
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| Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate
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| Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you’re so beautiful |