Rock and roll nigga
Half-breed mulatto faux pas
Bleach out my darkness
Blend me into the bourgeoisie
The darkest arts, the blackest magic
A sleight of hands to blot-out all of my savage
I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
I’m just a bad magic trick
I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
I’m both the lynched and the mob
I’m just a bad magic trick
Miscegenated
Cross-pollinated
The misdirection
The self-deception
Self-loathing
Self-hatred
The darkest arts, the blackest magic
The alchemy of twisted acid
The darkest arts, the blackest magic
The odd man out, the family secret
Brand me a liar, brand me a thief
Some see the skin, some see what’s trapped underneath
Where do you run when you’re running from yourself?
From your cells, from the sickle, chop down the tree of your kin
I’m not the skin that I’m stuck crawling within
No, I’m just a bad magic trick