I am mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways I am still trying to learn how I should behave I know very well that this life we live is on a stage But I'm still mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways Have so much rage, tryna' learn how to contain Emotional consistency Is something I can't maintain I know very well who I am at the end of the day But I'm still mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways As a child, I would go out of my way, Too overzealous, too jealous, set in my ways No consideration of skin, where I've been No recollection of kin, where they've run from As a child, started to see a pattern, Not too different, not the same, couldn't play their games Seen through figures through their eyes, so I disguised Realised, so I hid from the sun I was so mixed up, thick brows, hairy arms Told by boys I wasn't as pretty, as the girls across the yard It wasn't at the front of my mind, But it confused me over time, And that's the reason why I am mixed up in a way I cannot arrange, How should I identify, or are these thoughts strange? I know very well that my past will always remain But I'm still mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways Oh It's so hard watching the pain from across the sea With no guidance to the words that are in front of me Eventually I will understand, Learn the ways of a culture I can't comprehend Oh I can't comprehend I may be mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways But I will keep trying to fix the error of my ways I know very well I can be someone disarranged Proud to be mixed up in a whole lot of, lot of ways.