Lyrics:
In the city where life is animated with colors
Contaminated with aggravated brothers, who knows where the love is?
Growing up swinging, through my
an hour away
Taxpayers with nothing decent to drink
Welcome to Free World
Kids on the black market
Tricked in going to sea world
Politicians fit inside
it's not me, it's the world that's sick
I'm so fuckin' washed up and seasick
Masochistic kid with a split lip
Six feet deep, I can't eat I'm nervous
property
And a system that was designed by white supremacy (brrt)
But the people are in the streets
You can pay off Meta, you can't pay off me
Writer kid
Writing fibs tryna get verbal leverages
Black holes hiding in my inner core
Going out was a chore
Weed scent spewing through the pores
ya world young brother
Just choose yo colors
See the sky is yellow
And the ocean green
And the sun is blue
And the leaves are pink
Who's gone share yo
The world is bland
Since it's losing all its colors
The world's been bland
Since I lost my homie Sandra
Colgates on edge cause of my black face
the color of skin
That same man can be the one to save your life or your kids
We need to wake up before it's too late
And change the world we living in, man,
by next week
Well aware of the prices for abortion fees
My birthdate was nearly the anniversary
Pregnancy wasn’t good on my moms
They inducing her
my friends
Lord, he wanna feel what it's like to win
Lord, and we dyin' by the color of our skin
Lord, how we dyin' cuz of that
How you got these
what your favorite color it is
Tell me how you feel about having colored kids
Take you to the cookout with all my relatives
Let's save the world
Never thought I was dumb
Shouldve believed when the kids told me so back in the days.
Fall in love with the world,
Now all thats left is cold in my
The party getting started,
and in it only two
You know I’m not complaining
it was only me and you.
That is pride
26 years still, you catch my eye
And by
I ain't no evildoer
Beaten by the palm of my own glove
I lost my keys in the sewer
Where I found true love
It seems the world has teeth
I never knew
a shroom
Woke up quarter after 12 the next afternoon
Went straight to key pad zoom grabbed the next tomb
This is my world, you Mel Gibson looking for fuel
He
to accept his own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
own blame
I think the world would be a better change
A better change
Nigga don't blame me cause my lyrics hittin your chest like gunshots
And my
The kid the other day was justifiably shot
I’m not a racist but it bothers me a lot
Couple years pass by and Johnny took an oath
got a badge and a uniform,
I'm feeling nostalgic
So hold on for the blues
Play me a tune for kids left by the wayside
Holding your hands with no strings attached
Every breath
goes away
Never seen a day like this
Now the sun is out now
Playing with the kids now
Dreaming with my wife like this
How we gone survive like this
this shit nigga by any means
Fuck my enemies
Lets take it back when i was just a little kid
So many night alone i hate myself aint wanna live
I was
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
when I was young
I don't wish I was a kid again
It was rough
And you cant contend
In a world where the color of your skin
Get you Benjamin's
You coming
to the place
Where all the color lines fade away
'Things ain't always what it seems', Martin Luther King
Said it and while you hate you regret it
But the world
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