There's more to me than my race But you can't see past my face look past the color of my skin so you can see the treasures within I'm funny and smart, don't make me start listing all my abilities as I hit you with this lyrical striptease removing my face and removing my face and removing my face until you finally see the real me Can you see? Can you see? Do you finally see me? At least ask for my name before you start playing the game of guessing my race looking for a trace in my face of my ethnicity it's such a pity that as far as you're concerned it doesn't matter how much I've learned my ancestors are all that matters who slept with who is what matters to you. You make me feel as if I'm not real as if somehow I'm fake. [email protected], whose life did I take? When asked what I'm mixed with I plead the fifth. Does it matter that I'm black and Cherokee? Does it make you see me differently to know that I'm creole, Puerto Rican, and cuban well you win I'm all of the above now can I get some love? Once you know me it'll be easier to see that I'm more than my race.