Lyrics:
of me
Had it made in '83
Thinking about my brother Ben
I miss him every day
He looks just like his brother John
But on an 18 month delay
He's a-okay, by
Every part of my body is perfectly shaped and a gift to me
I see beauty in everyone and love every part of my body
I am awesome
I serve others because I
man gotta plead
So much time, there's help they need
By God, I wish they stop killing my brothers
It's the Lucifer they see in the color
One was
soul
So feed me
I'm easily treated with heat 3rd degree
But in the deep part of my cranium
I need to cast it away
Bubble hash do ya thang
And the end
help me see again, baby
Help me walk, talk, walk stand up like a man I know
Need you standing by my side
Because I'm blind and I cannot see
Color blind
I got a Dollar and a dream to anybody that's listening/
Going full-throttle too cold turkeys a bitch man/
c brother needed moderation but I had no
the man, not a myth
I'm not the type that you can walk up and EFF with
Don't sleep, just peep the whole damn connnnn-cept
I'M OUT TO WRECK!! Sucker MC's
another by the color of the skin
Cus i didn't choose to be a straight white man
Win or lose, it's just the way I am
cnd I'm just tryin to do the best I can
part voodoo[01:00.95]One part from the well[01:02.52]One part of me honky tonking down in hell[01:05.45]One part by the river, that I'd rather not
placed in
What if I don't make it?
My own mind can't seem to make sense
Of what I'm feeling and what I'm saying
Dream in color, full of blank stares
Man
true colors
Show me your true colors
I wanna know, who you been with, what you been through girl Show me your true colors
[RAP PART]
Show me your true
tryna cake up
Tryna stack up, and tryna back up
Tryna pack up, I gotsta act up, and get my thang right
'cause you know, it's all part of being black
you think you ain't a gangsta 'less you killin' dawg
It's part of being black,well the brighter color's revealing dawg
Working out for some cause it's
his way of doing a thing
Now we should attempt to do a tune that is very popular
It was written by one of the great young songwriters of today
Now I
Plucking pieces of my pomegranate
Let the seeds hit the floor they could grow and reflect for when I flow
When the months go by I reap what I sow
word, nigga
Someone who stays high
Watching their life go by
Someone content with riding it behind, nigga
They come in all colors, white, black, Puerto
the dignity of being considered a separate color
To my eyes it seems merely deep blue"
And I agree with that
I've never understood Indigo
It's almost never
and tired
Of being pushed around by you
Paint me any color
And I'll wear it like it's true
Make it look natural
Like it's who I am through and through
Cake
the start
But you know we had to part
That's the way I give my love
I'm still in love with you
(Yes, I'm still in love with you)
Yo, but a man gotta do what
you got no flaws, no flaws
I'm not tryin' to be your part time lover
Sign me up for the full time, I'm yours, all yours
So, what a man gotta do?
What
the kennel, let him out I hear it in you
Got a L.V. jacket, same color as the pistol
RIP Virgil, man that nigga was the inspo
Designer frames with the money
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
comfort?
Or it can be over
Or we can just leave it here
So pick any number
Choose any color
I've got the answer
Open the envelope
I'll give you one
a straw
You can say my shit is flawed
Just know they can't knock me off
I speak a different language like I came from Portugal, Venezuela, or Kabul
I profit
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