Yo, I'm one of them thick-lipped colored men Yes, I jump high, and yes, I can dunk a ring I like my jeans low, my tees tall I guess I got a kind of decent three-throw I ain't got the thickest sinostros, no But I ain't really listen to gospel, no And I ain't never tried Kool-Aid Nor that watermelon, chicken, or waffles, yo I'm way too white to be a black kid, right? I'm not enough to live that white kid life Am I ever gonna quite feel right? There's no one on my plane, yeah Maybe Mikey might But still I'm feeling like I Couldn't finish a sentence if it was written well But I could finish a sentence up in the prison cell And while they're living well, let me sit in jail They say it's all good while we're living here So I figured that these stigmas sticking to my pigment Really got me feeling that I probably should rebel But I didn't, man, I just looked around And straight back down at my skin and thought I'm way too white to be a black kid, right? I'm not enough to live that white kid life I'm not enough to live that white kid life Am I ever gonna quite feel right? There's no one on my plane, yeah Maybe Mikey might Yeah, maybe Mikey might, yeah, oh, yeah Maybe Mikey might, maybe, uh, yeah, maybe Think about it, yeah, I might be right I might be, I might be right, yeah Maybe Mikey might, if someone knows my pain, yeah I think I might be, I might be, I might be right I think I might be right, I might be, I might be If we talking white to black here, Michael Jackson, yeah I might be, I might be right Might be, might be, yeah