Lyrics:
You with the sad eyes
Don't be discouraged
Oh, I realize, it's hard to take courage
In a world, full of people
You can lose sight of it all
Roll up for my natives, Roll up for my people
Roll up for my natives, Roll up for my people
Roll up for my natives, Roll up for my people
Roll up for
hopelessly floating past you
I've got colors on my hands
To show you the things you couldn't understand
Sing me a melody
And I'll write you a symphony
I wanna
Hmm, ah
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see them walking by dressed in their
Hmm, aahhhh
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see people walking by, dressed in their
fo sho
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (woo, woo)
California
Yeah, fo sho, fo sho
Tell the people this is Mount Westmore (woo, woo)
One people, one struggle!
Stand united, stand peaceful!
One people, one struggle.
The union,
Of free thinking,
Colors don't,
Mean liberty.
read all your thoughts
Why can't we be color blind
I'm a human like you too and yes I bleed like you do
But this is just the life we live
Why can't we
If you don't believe me then you're racist
If you don't believe me "people die"
If you don't believe me no one likes you
So swallow all of my lies
Now I need you to color me dope as fuck
I don’t give a Michael Jordan shoulder shrug
Bout any nigga capping like they’re close to us
Raise your glasses
Sometimes love is grey
It cannot be explained
Love is everything
It's like the sunshine through the rain
And people love to label things
Find some
All I know is the block was hot
Block was hot
Can't tell me if it's real or not
All I know is the block was hot
We seeing colors like
Can't tell me if
to ebb and flow
True colors continue to show
Okay I'll go
I've heard all I need to know
True colors continue to show
True colors do nothing but glow
Yeah
fit to harm
Some people cry
Some people smile
Some people drink
Some people fuck
Broken bottles
Girls and drugs
Oh my god
Cubes and colors
Color ain't a game
Children should play in a world where we ain't
Recording the pain
Color ain't a game
Children should play in a world where we ain't
People, they come, and people, they go
When the leaves change and the colors they show
Can you hold on through the seasons?
Through the seasons,
paint the town
All the color of your evening gown
While I'm waiting for your blond hair
To turn grey
People say I'm a drinker
But I'm sober half
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to color it in
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to color it in
My soul
These colors, these lights, these beautiful people
Walking down roads, carrying loads, places to go
These colors, these lights, these beautiful
of race?
To not accept the most loving, but demanding, endeavor
Of authentically including and affirming the color of humanity
Many people hide behind this
of my skin color!
Is it cause of my skin color!
Holl up
Please!
[Hook]
Why these, cops keep killing all the unarmed people and it’s really so sad
drove me
Talk about them favors you owe me
Talk about them
Talk about them lies you told me
Talk about true colors you showed me
Talk about them,
And every person of color, go ahead, check the stats
I mean, someone that's holding a curling iron has more education and more training
Than people that have
that's not it
Cause when no one's looking
That's when your color's showing
You are not kind
You're just pretending about it
Why should people lower their
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