Logic - Mixed Feelings [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Logic]
I am not a poet, I am just a designer of words
Architecting sentences the way I form and merge
Paragraphs together that force MC's to submerge
With an urge, to break free of this bi-racial jail cell
Feast on my memories, please come and taste this
Papa was a black man, mama was a racist
Growing up she called me nigga, kids called me cracker
While the whites got whiter, and the blacks got blacker
I was hurting, doing everything I can
Percieved as a white boy with the soul of a black man
God damn, looking up to Malcolm X
Studying his speeches, underlining text
How can I be white devil if my parents had sex
Cos I'm black and I'm white
And I'm proud of every word that I recite
I know my roots, I know my past
I know the issue of my race ain't gonna last
Yo, we all breathe the same air and bleed the same blood
And when we die, the same ditch gets dug

[Martin Luther King]
"I still have a dream, it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream, that one day, this nation will rise up, live out the true meaning of its creed; we hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal…"