I straddle two worlds waiting to fall

Wondering if it's my sick addiction to perfection that causes my success to halt 

I straddle two worlds meaning to succeed

How am I of all people suppose to achieve? 

I am stuck at a crossroads bound and chained

Leaning towards one direction but being steered towards the same

As my mother and my mother's mother made

I am covered in chocolate skin, glasses, and such 

Which seems to confuse others and deem me to be the oreo type of black

Because I lack

The supposed innate rhythm of prior Nubian princesses and the affinity to rap

But that's just life and I'll end it at that