The Way It Is
G.SOM Lyrics

The ones that look like me, look like 3, hate Mr. G the most
People who look like me often dislike me the most

Ese to the folks, can't mess with me how it go
My slang and mannerisms are not accepted by certain groups of people

Snowball to the vatos
I am not accepted by some Hispanic gangs

Don't rock with me looking like a paper plato
People judge and stereotype me based on my appearance

Too light too dark how it is, what it is
People judge me based on my skin color, regardless of my actual heritage

That's what it be, it's what it is, deal with it
This is reality and there is nothing I can do about it

One side hate the double R's
Some people dislike me for not fitting into a traditional Hispanic identity

Other side see me as the type to ride bumper cars
Others stereotype me as being childish or immature

Clap when it stop- When we ain't even been to Mars
People celebrate trivial things rather than focusing on bigger issues and achievements

Can't use my native tongue or my second, get laughed at
I am mocked for not being fluent in either Spanish or English

Real tejano wait, only half that
I am not fully accepted by either traditional Tejanos or by mainstream American society

Still whiter than a lab rat, backtrack
Despite my heritage, my appearance is more Caucasian

Wasn't never in the hood Wasn't never in a mansion, but I can't find the middle ground how to act
I struggle to find my place in society, as I did not grow up in poverty nor wealth

I'm American, but don't get too attached Still Latino, but I got to be proper "it's Latinx"
I am caught between two identities and often feel as though I need to choose between them

Running two tracks like I got four legs already "But I done liked grape juice for a minute!" "Well now you black" I see
I struggle to fit into any one identity or category and am often judged by arbitrary factors

Like one thing, you change colors
People's opinions of me can change easily and often without reason

Random girl telling me to be offended, but I ain't even bothered
Others try to make me feel ashamed or offended for being myself, but I refuse to let it affect me

Put on ripped denim and a Polo collar Then switch to khakis and designer worth a hundred dollars
I struggle to find a consistent identity and often conform to societal expectations

See the liquor stores on corners, see the aesthetic home hoarders See the trap-houses and rat-dousin' 50 primos in one crib, then the fat cows and, See the Bentleys and the shotguns and the bass pro shops See the bucktoothed, the abused but still hearing about tax or stocks See two ends, two stories
I observe the vast disparities in society and how people from different backgrounds experience vastly different realities

Grab your socks 'fore they fly away, like an apple to a doctor
Be prepared for anything, as things can easily get out of hand

I done seen copters and be unamazed I done seen cop cars a thousand times, but always still fazed
I have seen so much in life that I struggle to be impressed or shocked by anything anymore

It just be what it is
This is reality and there is nothing I can do about it