Lyrics:
the beautiful fact
That we all wonderfully and fearfully
I got blue eyes light skin
And some black curls
Grew up the white kid in a black world
When ya live
of view they saw the good in us hood kids
If I can't see the world from your eyes, atleast I try
I rather listen to how you feel before I speak my mind
We
don't judge a book by its cover
In today's world, people judge you by your color
So much violence in the world, it ain't no stoppin' that
Gotta watch our
you do or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table
Basil Brush
You'll blaspheme in shock at my nine millimetre
Arms out - "Jesus!" - Christ the redeemer
By day or by night, my gun totes a raw power
Call
nigga archetype
Niggas saying ion act like my color
Yeah huh
You a lame nigga shut up
Im kissing your babe
And she fixing my makeup
Abrasive and all
I be
trips, my turn to turn the world around
For my dogs, my family, my heart in my hometown
My blood, my sweat, that's my own final countdown
My drugs-my own
the days on the countdown
Present day is a race, better stop high
Get up and get your freedom to love one another
My brother suffered from
Angels Crying
A kid like me so tired
Just a small kid in a big big world trying to figure out all of my desires
New generation, trying to find out
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I'm
It's a new day new color new age
All races different and their beauty insane
Bitch I'm brown and I'm proud and my people they're loud
Doing whatever
my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, bustin' them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys harassed by the police
Still
sound
Get ready for countdown
Just to get some benefits, my girl lied to them people down town
It's funny how we start out cool, but get corroded
By our
we can never repay
But I appreciate my brothers who look past my face color and kick it with the kid without
Feeling some type of way
I want to know
and it's real my brothers, from my motherfucking soul motherfucker! That my people are fucking dying. Every day in this world, physically and mentally.
the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals
my story as yours begins, yeah
I don't see my name on the good books up above, and I don't care
I wish the whole world was just always at night,
the scales
We've got stairways to heaven
But elevators to hell
Its the countdown,
Lockdown for real
Every prophet makes a profit
Every devil makes a deal
Every
world
Drinking champagne, yo
Swerving through lanes, hoe
Sickened to my stomach
Are you not entertained? Yo
Eyes on me, I've been V.I.P.
Every day living
the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Aww, big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single
language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speaking through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells
language
Did I tell you how my day's spent?
Speaking through the face of Ronald Regan
Iceberg History, calligraphy
Colidescope colors, hollow-head shells
judge each other by the color of our skin
It's of no relevance to our intelligence
I rest my case with a fresh taste of elements
And we're (out there,
speak what I vision but it's tough to show though
Hearts blinded by the lights of Times Square
The TikTok of fame while the countdown is clear
The flip
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