It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
Ah yeah
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
Ah yeah
This is for the girls that used to diss me
Brand new
La
Yeah
La
It's all brand new
Flynn's an idiot for this one
Hands up hands up hands up hands up
In the front in the back
Hands up hands up hands up hands up hands up
In the front in the back
I was walking down the street
To a funky beat
Feeling real nice
Feeling real neat
Had a little money so I had something to eat
Sitting alone so I kicked up my feet
And what do you know another freakazoid
Had a little confidence and didn't feel void
Stood up slow to dust myself off
Not too hard not too soft
She was shopping at Miller's Outpost dude
She looked 14 I was that plus two
I was kinda dusty cause I just finished skatin
Went over to her and she started hesitatin
I said how you doing and I kicked my game
And ever since then I never been the same
She looked me up and down to check my stilo
Before I said a word she said she had to go
I said can I come started kicking my drag
She paused for a minute listened to what I had
I said can we talk over the phone or something
Instead of in the mall be all alone or something
She said no thanks it just don't feel right
Cause you walk black and act white
And as she walked away
I could hear the ricochet
And it's effect on my whole dang life
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
I do not know what to do
Grow dreads or sport a bald head
I don't know
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
I do not know what to do
Wear Nikes or be d**k Van Dike
I don't know
So I grew out my hair switched up my clothes
Down with LA Symph and I rocked some shows
Dancing and acting a fool and stuff
But in the back of their mind is it all a bluff
Am I doin' all of this just to cover it up
All of my insecurities is hovering up
Either I gotta act silly or I gotta act tough
Either I think I'm the best or I'm bout to get cut
Do I rock hip hop or do I wear some slacks
Look like your homeboy or look like your dad
Should I sing a little more or should I stick to rap
And if I sing a little too much
Will they think it's black
Or just a little too white to fit a Harlem night
They wanna put a handcuff on the things that I write
Now it's a fight just to write a freakin' normal song
Either it's too long or just wrong
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
I do not know what to do
Grow dreads or sport a bald head
I don't know
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
I do not know what to do
Wear Nikes or be d**k Van Dike
I don't know
Come on
Come on
See this is for the girls that used to diss me
All around the world
And now it's your time to burn burn burn
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
It's an identity crisis
Ah yeah
