

I'm a double-sided felony
And a single entity, stereotypes don't try to label me
I've got yellow skin and a redneck
A set of black hair and I confess
That it's killin' me when I don't know my identity
I've got blood of my heritage
Heirlooms passed down from my lineage
I've lived life like a pilgrimage
Let me rewind, travel through time
'95, I was born outside the borderlines of Tokyo
'99, Hopped on a plane and the story goes
To the Lone Star State where the cowboys are
Sun pierced my skin like a cactus
17 Summers ago, I recall the ice cream trucks
On the cul-de-sac playin' JIBBs through the speakers
Playin' PlayStation, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater
Ridin' freestyle and a couple of lip tricks
Full 360, back doing lip tricks with the rhymes I wrote
Don't mean to be romantic like Romeo
Times used to be simple back then
Hidin' behind my ignorance, my biggest defense
But now I'm left straddlin' a fence
Hopin' that by tomorrow it'll make more sense
Lookin' out from the center of this circle (Red, White)
Red for my blood, white for my innocence
Lookin' in but I end up in circles
Left wanderin' in my mind, left right to the start
Lookin' out from the center of the circle (Red, White)
Red for my blood, white for my innocence
Lookin' in but I end up in circles
Left wanderin' in my mind, left right to the start
Back in this city, this place the epitome
Of fast-paced lives, never thought to think twice
Down the fast lane, passin' all the neon lights
Cruisin' by the flashing signs, stayin' up all night
Got a rooftop party, metaphor for the thinkin'
That I'm doin' from the top of my dome
3 a.m. catch me drinkin' at home, being sober ain't an option
When the land that was home transformed to a tourist destination
NoooooooooW I'm facin' the face of a phased and faded out Japanese kid
Complexion it's a complex when mirrors
Only reflect and detract from my inner qualities
These feelin's that I'm feelin' are as raw as sashimi
Dual identity duality is killin' me, a parallel universe version of me
As awkward as a dubbed anime character
Split in the center with a samurai sword
Arms crossed in a morgue don't have to pay a mortgage cause I lost my home
Times used to be simple back then
Hidin' behind my ignorance, my biggest defense
But now I'm left straddlin' a fence
Hopin' that by tomorrow it'll make more sense
Make a little sense, blow incense, get bent, fuck what the govern ever meant
You know it's all mind control, do what you're told, die when you're old
And work, work, work, work for the gold
Got us goin' crazy for the likes and the maybes
Maneuver through life like it's heiki
All over the world it's kakuheiki
Why they tryna put a weapon in my hand, Goddamn
Bam
Shhh
'86 Baby born on the map, mouth learned how to flap
Lear-Learned how to rap, experienced life indeed then we plant the seeds
Smoke weed till your eyes bleed
Yes, gotta get through the stress test Hai, Soudesu
Forever chasin' loot, swear I'm about to shoot
But I always be shootin' for the stars
Everybody wanna bite, Alligator gar
Don't be left behind, see you later
Flyin' like a birdie, but we stayin' reachin' par
Li-Life's a loop and we ain't going far
What's your vices, starin' at devices
Are we really livin' righteous?
What's your vices, starin' at devices
GuRu GuRu GuRu, are we livin' righteous?
Lookin' out from the center of this circle (Red, White)
Red for my blood, white for my innocence
Lookin' in but I end up in circles
Left wanderin' in my mind, left right to the start
Lookin' out from the center of the circle (Red, White)
Red for my blood, white for my innocence
Lookin' in but I end up in circles
Left wanderin' in my mind, left right to the start
I feel like an outcast in my own house and I'm locked out
I feel like that my energy and my sanity is fadin' now
I feel like an outcast in my own house and I'm locked out
I feel like that my energy and my sanity is fadin' now
- Lyricist
Chikara The Boy
- Composer
Chikara The Boy
- Recording Engineer
Kei Hatori
- Mixing Engineer
Kei Hatori
- Mastering Engineer
Kei Hatori
- Guitar
Chikara The Boy
- Drums
Shogun Beatz
- Vocals
Chikara The Boy
- Rap
Chikara The Boy, MCBOODAH
- Songwriter
Chikara The Boy

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Artist Profile
Chikara The Boy
He wields his Gibson like a katana. He spits rhymes like a cowboy walking into a Bodega. This is a Joe from Fistful of Dollars meets Sanjuro from Yojimbo kind of scenario. Which one is stubborn, brave, an outcast, and places a high value on their individual & cultural freedoms? The samurai is synonymous with the katana. The cowboy is synonymous with the revolver. Chikara is synonymous with both.
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