Are you really really from the ends?
Are you really the same as your friends?
I'm sorry I never chose to follow the trend
I was mixed with a different blend
Where being black was never the same again
And Love was given a new meaning I couldn't comprehend
At first, my thirst was curious to follow a new herd
Where they hopscotched across subjects
and the playground was where something familiar emerged
I'm not at school no more but the class is more sophisticated
It's funny, I have been called a coconut by black people
and nigga from a racist
Both of them were related
Both classed as 'family' in this matrix
Mental.. but have patience, young one
In retrospect, your abundance with experience forced changes
That made you never become complacent
You have sat in class with ignorant education
And graduated with 1st class honours
So when they ask you where your from?
Tell em your from where statistics are horrid
Where most are lost and forgotten
Slaves to a system thats broken, rotten
But you refused to be trod on
You trod on, keep it movin
To the beat of your on drum
Self developed strength
To exhibit in your own Tate modern
Life reflecting art
So regardless of the consensus
This mix of pain, scars and blemishes
Won't ruin my attendance
Menace to society,
The underdog of notoriety
Has lived with variety
that luckily has made him see the major key
'We the best' because we chose to be
So when they ask you where your from?
Tell em I don't know where to start
But I know where I belong
Where resilience breathes and life goes on