Mikey Might

Yo, I’m one of them thick-lipped coloured men
Yes, I jump high and, yes, I can dunk a ring
I like my jeans low and my tees tall
I guess I got a kinda decent free throw
I ain’t got the thickest of nostrils, no
No, I ain’t really listen to gospel, no
And I ain’t ever tried Kool-Aid
Nor that watermelon, chicken or waffles, yo
I’m way too white to be a black kid, right?
And not enough to live that white kid life
Am I ever gon' quite fit right? (Get out of here, man)
Does no one know my pain? (Get your ass out of here)
Maybe Mikey might
But still, I’m feeling like I
Couldn’t finish a sentence if it was written well (Yeah)
But I could finish a sentence up in the prison cell (Yeah)
And why they living well when we sit in jail? (Yeah, uh-huh)
Say it’s all good while we live in hell (Yeah)
So I figured that this stigma stickin' to my pigment
Really got me feelin' that I probably should rebel
But I didn’t, man, I just looked around
And straight back down at my skin and thought
Way too white to be a black kid, right?
Not enough to live that white kid life
Am I ever gon' quite fit right?
Does no one know my pain?
Maybe Mikey might
Yeah, maybe Mikey might
Oh yeah
Maybe Mikey might
(Maybe, uh, yeah, maybe)
Think about it, yeah, I might be right
Might be, I might be right
Yeah, maybe Mikey might
'Cause someone knows my pain
Well, I think I might be
Might be, I might be right
I think I might be right
I might be, I might be right
If we talkin' white to black kid, Michael Jackson then
I might be, I might be right
Might be, I might be right
Hmm, hmm