He can't think straight without a purpose or a goal
Braggin' about his talents and dreams in broad day light
But it still remains that dream he dreamed at night
Nobody shares the same plight or that Asian pride
And the truth is the only thing they cannot hide
Victorious between the battle of persuasion
Standing tall among caucasians, standing for asians
Playing down the race card in every rhyme he writes
Silently he tries to hide the mind's internal fights
At times trying to sound white, maybe black
Amid the identity crisis he draws constant flak
It's him against the stigma of the status quo
Doesn't want to battle or write the dopest quotes
But always proud of every rhyme he's written and wrote
But gotta stay humble while learning these ropes
Hogging on to that one dream behind the screen
That's the only one thing he learnt since aged sixteen
And this typical dream is typical except one thing
This guy's really got material in the shit's he's writing
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