Lyrics:
colors show.
Get up and let your colors show.
Come on and let your colors show.
Are you looking for someone somebody like me to help us through our days
to the stagin'
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose
at peace
I'd rather be a wolf than a sheep
I'd rather be in battle than slaughtered like cattle
The weak can [?]
Lords of war
On your knees for
the battle-field scars that we show from this life
And thats life
Lori Loughlin Felicity Huffman Trump advantages chya kids priviledged not
Abandoment
Color kids
hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing and a making fun of me
In my coat of many colors my mama made for me
And oh I couldn't understand for
[Big Boi]
We're back
This is MC extraordinaire
Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television
We here in a remote area
Somewhere way back up
you see I came up on them battles, believed in meritocracy
a poor kid from the north lookin at rap like it's the lottery
ticket for the journeyman,
just couldn't wait to wear it Mama blessed it with a kiss
A coat of many colors that my mama made for me
Made only from rags but I wore it so proudly
I
hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
And oh I couldn't understand it
Gold on my wrist
I'm tryna match up the fit
I used to just throw anything on
It wasn't no lights in the crib
Going to school some them days
I just
all some way enslaved in their circumstances
Shape the way the behave on there battle on the street
That's why these kids ain't got no hope,
as a youth
I was too young to know better but I was like
"What does a manager do?"
Now one of them he saw dollar signs in my skin color
The other, he said
colors fly
Be true to your school
I got a letterman's sweater
With a letter in front
I got for footbal and track
I'm proud to where it now
When I
head
For disrespecting the kid soon
As the sun rise the gun rise wake
Up with the biscuit in your
Mouth that's called breakfast in bed you
Can't mess
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
School was the game, and I was what they played with, mane
What a shame for me, made less friends, more enemies
Completely outnumbered, one against three
for freedom
For freedom
Fight for freedom
The battle for deliverance is over.
Fight for freedom
For freedom
Fight for freedom
The battle for deliverance
they say
Like beard I grew to gray
I don’t see black and white
Only when I write all the colors fade on the page
Only when I look up at the sky like
here off the top
Like I had had fucking Aladdin's wish, and I fucking got it
Motherfucker wished for what
He wished for the highest motherfucking kite
you a whoopin' like Whoopie
You steppin' in another circle
I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple
Everything about your lame flow
often times a nigga had to trip on Bloods and Crips
Color of my dollars stay proper that's what I claim bitch
Mobbing in my old school Impala can't
back
Leray, hey, go pay your dad
He worked hard to make you
Now you hate for bate
What color got to do with it
Time great Turner to ask you
Whats Love
back
Leray, hey, go pay your dad
He worked hard to make you
Now you hate for bate
What color got to do with it
Time great Turner to ask you
Whats Love
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