Lyrics:
start to feel tragic, people greet me, I'm polite
"What's the day " "what are you doing? "
"How's your mood?" "how's that song? "
Man it passes right
like
I don't I don't took a pint to the head like
Yo aoww Color Change nigga (Yeah)
It's Rasaq boy (Color Change is a Army nigga)
Ay put ya deuce up in
(I hope y’all enjoying these songs right now,
Cause Lil’Traffic put them all together by himself,
Distributes his own music, and does his own
a fighter
To get the meal rarely barely shared by
A brother of color, but I'm not scared, I
Don't want to stop, to the top it's a rat race
Or should I say
Yeah
I like it when the girls stop by in the summer
Do you remember? Do you remember?
When we met that summer?
New Kids On The Block had
So, come boy, choose life or death
The only man I hold wake for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed
Solo Ride but my bitch still by my side
Late at night when u feel alive
But still not living life (Oh u might)
Man I see the light but cannot see it
soul to keep
Niggas envy they wanna take me out
I really see they true colors
They hate to see me smile
I know they hate to see me smile man
Been thru
neighbor
But hate the color
Chorus:
I feel like a felon
In this free mans prison
I'm Destined to die
Before I ever start living
So I'm doing time
straight feelin' like a crook
And I pull up on you straight flossin' like I'm Ted Brooks
Yeah they say don't judge by the color or the look
But now they
pressed by cobras HA
Do my thing
Do my thing
Man they love it when I
Do my thing
I do my thing
Man they love it when I
Do my thing
I do my thing
Man they
The color of my hair is changing, my skin is soft
Too soft for a man my age, and I am never alone
Where is time taking me
Nothin' is real, this is
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue
And you be feelin' like the man in the empty room
I don't gotta force you for the pussy
We were white and they were black
And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend
It's
We were white and they were black
And our lives
They were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every mornin'
At that river bend
It's where
I have a lover
A lover like no other
She got soul, soul, soul, sweet soul
And she teach me how to sing
Shows me colors when there's none to see
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
wake up fine and dandy
But then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
a little, and dog, you'll never believe this
But Sharonda actually talks to me now, Jesus
And everyone else is just tryin' to pick up the pieces
Man, how
mercedez I wiffer past its supper bad
The color man will hit you like a jab
That's where I'm at
I give a gun to the hands of time
So I can shoot out
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