Different Hues, The Same Passion
The Struggle of Being A Filipino/Asian Artist In A Predominantly African American Culture: Rapping (Written in the form of a Cinquain)
Different hues, the same passion
Two different kinds, equal pursuit
One light complexion, one dark
Two different ignitions, same spark
Same dreams, from differing dreamers
Never stopping, no matter what
Both hard workers, very determined
Both suppliers of demanded service,
First; less accreditation, same dedication
Second; known reputation, higher elevation
I’ve never known unfair treatment
Until being hated for speaking
Told I don’t belong in rap
Just for not being black
The color of my skin
Made it harder to win
Treated like I don’t belong
For being Filipino, having songs
That opinion made me hurt
I put in hard work
Self made visionary, appointed prophet
Told I ain’t got it
Made me flip the switch
Had to make a switch
Reality check my own worth
Greatness is what I deserve
Everyone deserves to be loved
Racist hate, Humanity will overcome
As a victim of oppression
It’s my mission to strengthen
In the minds of others
To love humans, disregard color
We are all one people
Under the same setting sun
And the same rising moon
On the same exact Earth
With hearts to give love
And ability to rise above
Any problems that we face
Catching dreams that we chase
I believe it’s our duty
To lift each other up, truly
Regardless of age, skin color
Class of living, religious belief,
Political views, we are responsible
For how we treat others
We are all sisters, brothers
Of one family, one tribe
To encourage, to be alive
Not only survive, but thrive
Possible only, with open eyes
Accompanied with an open mind
We cannot avoid people’s judgement
We can learn to love it
When receiving hate in public
Think of it as nothing
They give hate, give loving
Being filipino in a culture
Which is naturally predominantly black
Accepting things I cannot change
Made me better my game
Preconceived notions in this occupation
Of things that people think
He raps? Must be black
Just like drivers of NASCAR
He drives NASCAR? He’s white
Something I grew used to
Being the odd man out
The person they shoot through
When showing what I’m about
Coldest industry in the world
Don’t matter boy or girl
You ain’t black, shouldn’t rap
Quit talking, boy you cap
Your passion ain’t your path
Your music ain’t even gas
Words spewing from demon mouths
Silence them, get them out
Know your power, never doubt
In your own genius mind,
All you need is time
And they’ll all fade away
You’ll somehow make a way
Thank Jesus, praise the lord
You have strength, shield and sword
Avoid the words of cowards
Or men, jealous and sour
What do they amount to?
Knocked out after round two
I ain’t a man of violence
You could be permanently silenced
If you insulting my rhyming
So I ask not to
Disrespect my politeness I might
Putcha in a box too
Let’s get back to peace
Cause that’s all I’m fighting for
At war, in the streets
Til the day I’m deceased
Stand for what I speak
Staying strong and never weak
For the one testing speech
A jungle, in the struggle
Turned myself into a beast
Mighty lion with a roar
Like a eagle tryna soar
Past heights which are unreachable
Doing things that are unspeakable
Exceeding expectations with ease
Yet limited with my genes
Because I’ve also received love
In this passion called rapping
Can’t deny the real truth
Some fake as the moon landing
I hop inside the booth
It’s like nothing else matters
But impressing peers, avoiding chatters
I’m at bat, the batter
Johnny depp, the mad hatter
Spilling game, with every step
Rapping hard, with heavy breath
Working out, with heavy reps
Cooking up like a chef
Late nights in the studio
Loaded with so much motivation
My Gangsta’s paradise like coolio
Focused while smoking medication
I am what they ain’t
Destined to be the great
Fire like a loaded gun
I am the chosen one
Singles releasing more than one
Crowd pleasing, I’m a don
Looked at, different color skin
Confidence on born to win
Knowing there’s more to win
I gotta give my best
I gotta give my all
Show them how I place
Show them I stand tall
And regardless of my race
I am going to ball
Different hues, same passion
But my passion is everlasting.



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