[Verse: Logic]

I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words

Architect of sentences the way I form and merge

Paragraphs together that force emcees to submerge

With an urge to break free of this biracial 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 nigga, kids called me cracker

While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker

I was hurting, doing everything I can

Perceived as a white boy with the soul of a black man

Goddamn, looking up to Malcolm X

Studying his speeches, underlining text

How can I be white devil if my parents had sex?

'Cause 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

We all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood

And when we die, the same ditch gets dug

[Spoken: Martin Luther King Jr.]

I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream... One day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."