Mixed-Race Misfit

I never identified with anything other than me, myself, and I
Been hella mental since 17, I thought anything to keep myself alive
So can I get it? I'm a mixed race misfit
I've been accepted, been rejected, been offensive
If they unsettled, they ain't nothing but opinions
I've been medically next level, ascension

Through the years I've stayed with it, the same rhythm and pain, fit in
To frames never displayed, never engaged with it
The race which I was raised with is a phase isn't it
My face didn't display that until age hit, now I'm
A black hole of confusion and rage
A mad Joker consumed with the hate
I'm past grown, but I grew at my pace
Today I'm Matt, I'm no one but a dude in a cage, okay
Tomorrow people have borrowed me for the future
Without it harming me, scarring features and sutures
I'm out, I'm marketing, hardly even a clue where
To start or who to market to, and finding me's the glue
Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority
But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me
I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace
See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me

The older I grow the more I'm ignoring these folks
So the more I focus, the more I been coping, curing this joke, yo
I mend my mourning with an annoying approach
Of going over and over, repeat it and force it to mold
I'm twice labeled, you might say that I'm bi-racial
It's like the Asian and white sides of me vibe stable
I'm dialed way up, like eleven on the live scale
My life's laid on the line, listen, I'm late
If I could live up to Ok-Doo-Ok and Moon Kim
And talk the talk like all my mom's literary groomed kin
I'd be the best of both worlds, see all I want is in
But I ain't one with fucking none of em, and honestly I'm spent cuz
Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority
But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me
I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace
See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me

See I ain't living up to either culture, either way of life
Say I'm right, say my life's syphoned liters up of vice
I'm leaving cuz I'm breathing but we ain't nothing alike
All the demons I've been keeping in been keeping me contrite, aight
With thirty might come maturity
Surely I've learned to word a feature fervently and murder beats
I'm me and from the burbs, and terminally a worried freak
Europe and the East have been stirring in me, I've earned release
So the words I speak'll keep reflecting my identity
But I ain't set you see, I've been questioning what I'm meant to be
Seemingly I see a set of speakers as a remedy
Cuz I'm Matisse, a medley, I've said I'm a mess so get me
Minorities see I'm boring, majority sees minority
But most ignore me, no one ever scopes the core of me
I'm mostly ornery but forced to be a force of peace
See I'm more than genes, the sum of my parts is more than me