Wildfire

This is my body and I’m not sure how to explain it 
My head is a wildfire imagination but I keep it silent 
My body is a gift and a curse that I’m trying to cure 
I hope for the best but I think it’s the worst 
if only you knew the truth.
I’m a young black man with a dash of Puerto Rican blood,
Born in two family’s do I have to pick a side?
I don’t think I have to take a side because it’s too hard to decide
Cuz on mom side and her sisters were playing with Barbie dolls 
my grandpa was out there with grenades in the Vietnam war
Can’t forget my dad’s side my grandpa was a hustler 
He moved from Puerto Rico to the U.S. 
fixing cars left and right making his money 
no one disrespected him 
until he got stabbed one night 
no matter what side of the family 
or what they were doing they were grinding 
working hard to do what’s right doesn’t 
That means I get to be on both sides, right?