People either treat me like I’m some racist
Aryan motherfucker or racist ass white people
treat me like, “Send your ass back to Africa.”
These are things that people have said to
me.
Because AfricAryan is a negative thing.
It’s not a good thing.
Like how I felt in America, people had branded
me as one or the other, extremes of either
end.
But as the album really grew, it became much
less about me and became more about everybody.
So I decided to change the title because that’s
what it reflected.
It reflected everybody.
You look on the album cover and who do you
see?
Everybody.
The perspectives I’m rapping from are everybody.
Who is this for?
Everybody.
Who am I rapping for?
Everybody.
I’m am fucking getting behind and parading
behind?
Everybody.
I’ve been trying to 
feel right and get all good. I’m just looking
for the holy water but now I need katrina
of holy water to just wash me away from how
dirty and disgusting and vile and horrible
society has made me feel as a biracial person.
These are things that I’ve heard throughout
my whole life.
Like damn, “Your mom should have never fucked
your mom.
Taht dumbass cracker bitch.”
And I hear it over and over.
I heard it from gradeschool on and over and
over and I held it inside for 27 years until
I decided to release it on this album but
me saying white people find out I'm black
and it’s almost like they feel the need
to run away or get away, “What I’m going
to say?
What do I say?”
Or the times they've been racist and I’ve
had to stand up.
That's another thing.
Where a white person would say some racist
ass shit and I would be like, “What did
you just say?”
And they be like, “What the fuck does it
matter?”
And then I have to explain my situation of
everything, being black.
And then they’re like, “Fuck you.”
“What do you mean fuck me?”
That’s the scenario where I could have just
been quiet and not said anything but I did
say something because I’m proud of who I
am.
And I’m going to say it again and again
and again so that you fucking hear me this
time.
That's just a real thing.
“Damn my skin fair but life’s not/and
i be lying if i said i didn’t care what
whites thought/or black people said,” that’s
a real one.
Especially, “Somebody pinch me black man
screaming trying to convince me I’m not
black/ so why the white man wanna lynch me,”
that to me is just the realest shit cause
it’s like, here you have people, “You
ain’t black.
You ain’t black.’
And then there’s white people, “Oh you’re
fucking black.”
And I’m like, “I don't know.
Life ain’t fair.
Either way I go.”
And I’m just trying to represent everything
in this motherfucker and be a positive person.
And that’s the thing that sucks.
It always comes down to race.
It’s race this, race that.
And motherfuckers be like, “Here he goes.
He’s talking about being black again.
He’s always talking about it.”
But the funny thing is I know I didn’t.
I walked into the Breakfast Club and they
were like, “What’s it like being white?”
I walked into Hot 97, “What’s it like
being white?”
I walked into any of these radio stations,
any of these interviews, any of these people,
“What’s it's like being white?”
And I'm like, “Yo I’m not white.
I’m black and white.
I look white.”
And then I have to go on and explain myself
to these people who don’t know.
Which is fine.
And then people are like, “Why are you always
talking about ti?”
But at the same time, think about all these
dope ass pro black rappers that go in, “I’m
black and I’m proud.”
But it’s not an issue for them.
Why is it an issue for me?
Cause you don’t like ti?
Cause you just don’t like me?
You just racist?
You prejudicial?
It is what it is and on this record I am talking
about being black.
I am talking about being black.
I am talking about being black.
So fuck you.
Shut the fuck up.
I’m proud
She’s just looking around for an outlet.
Her life is so horrible that she would sell
her soul for a man or for somebody who actually
loves her or cares for her or wouldn’t beat
her or wouldn't have to have her child
experience life as a biracial person or whatever
the case maybe, and it’s really fucked up.
It’s just a woman who has nowhere to go.
I’ve seen my mother cry.
I’ve seen her bloody.
I’ve seen crazy shit.
Like bloody.
Like fucked up.
Stained carpets.
Everywhere.
Pools of blood.
I’ve seen really crazy shit as a 6, 7, 8
years old experiencing that.
When I did this part.
This one was all one take.
But then
I 
do it again and then I end it with...I do
the whole thing and then, “single mother
praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,” and it’s
still one long ass fucking verse but I had
to punch there because it was just too long
and I didn’t want to sacrifice the quality
of the verse.
But that’s the second time.
The first time you hear me say that, I do
it all in one verse.
