I'm an Artist sensitive

about my ish

Makin me feel displaced

with what you dish

I won't resort to the same thing

cause it's petty

Think about what you said

How mad I get cause you

tap into my denial

My self-imposed identity

When I should be in

Skin is only skin

Make me feel I'm not like you

Make me feel bad but I'm

not stewing

I'll keep verbally suing

Until I like who I am and that

would be who

Explicit slurs and call people names

like that's gonna be

the cure for why I'm insane

about what brews

Entrenched within

Skin is only skin

Sometimes I blend

Unless I offend

then my cover is blown

I'll go on and not care

but these are the people I want

to have an affair...a family affair

I won't see their side of it

I fail to see their side of it

I only see their sins

Nobody can see mines

Conduct my Christian self

God will cover me

Why should they be mad if spoken for

When I think I will

I think I will

I think I will

I think I...will

Skin is only skin

I'm like a duet and ride the fence

I can appeal to every audience

Ain't no boss

I get stopped for driving

whatever choice I make in life

I'm still considered hood

Look at the inside story

of the ghetto glory

Eyebrows shouldn't raise

cause I's favors milk

inside chocolate wafers

This ain't about their feelings this...

Is about me and how they sin

Ivory and ebony is the beginning

I should fit in

I an artist not that sensitive

about my ish

Skin... only skin

Only skin

Only.... skin