Identity Crisis - Pigeon John

This is for the girls that used to diss me Now they all just… wanna diss me It’s an identity crisis (repeat 3X)

I do not know what to do Grow dreads or sport a bald head

I don’t know

It’s an identity crisis (repeat 3X)

I do not know what to do Wear Nikes or be Dick Van Dike

I don’t know

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 tried to ignore it, then 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 (say word?)

And as she walked away

I could hear the ricochet

And it’s effect on my whole dang life

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

This is for the girls that used to diss me Now all you wanna do is…