Friday, May 8th 1992, was when i came out my mom's vaginal
cavity, took my first breath didn't see anybody
since my eyes at the time weren't really fully, developed
cryin out as the doctor carried me and weighed me, and said hello
grandma and grandpops sayin we should name him karlo
with a middle name of miguel, that was my mom's idea
if you knew her i bet you'd be able to tell
grew up in the Philippines, with Filipino parents
I guess that makes me a Filipino to, even my documents says it
I'm proud to be one, never ashamed of my race
forget the haters, i just burn em like mace
moved to the U.S. around 2001, didn't know no english
my teachers thought i was dumb
But i caught them dumbfounded when I outsmarted my classmates
That's when they knew i was intelligent and a jack of all traits
As child grew up listening to various types of music
Rock, New Wave, Soul, some funk, tom jones, and that wu-tang clan ish
I remember my granpa bumpin that my cheri amour by stevie wonder
Good times it was, not a day goes by when i don't think of this
Like Pete Rock and CL, over you i'll always reminisce
Around 2002 my grandpop went away to a place everyone calls heaven
Miss him, he was my hero, my motivator, he was like my brother
His death made me become wiser, saw family at a different perspective
Got closer to them, and I started respectin, whoever is related to me by blood
But on the real it ain't just blood, i consider the homies as family too
They're my brotha from another motha, and that is true
I don't lie of fake ish like a jack, I spit the truth, and nothin phony just real facts
Never trusted a fake, a wannabe and a hypocrite
Cuz real eyes realize real lies, don't you ever forget that kid