Fashawn - Color Blind Lyrics
Blue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineUh, I’ve seen the crippled man dead with blood on his chestNext to an AK slug to the fest it was no crest before it’s all setLike a young playing poker with a old deckSame tricks, same cards,Life for a life, your game of artsThe game is flawed, we can’t afford to have more casualties in an endless warNow you tell me really how banging forthI ain’t trying to preach you till you praise the LordYou try to save my own, but it all starts at a place called homeThe ghetto sounds like the shooting rangeWe’re the proof, won't remove the painLet’s do the training, let’s choose the claimRed and blue with everyn hue you bangWhat the ***** you say?Five shootings, twelve hours don't meet the odds just shell showersIt's in hell of ours keep a black suitA bouchet of flowers better face and sourNo seat belt, but they strapped it upPack it on if you face the cowardsStole the graveyards I'm on the finish line in the race for power!Blue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineWe live a life that’s do or dieEven the plot feel blue insideWe’re victims of our own desireLiving in a city where the skinny niggas ride,uhThe only remining is that it’s getting highProblem here is for those that are still aliveSome say nevermind be unifiedSo we separate you like you and I, ohThey’re be sending kids and they’ll make up, uhIn my neck of the woodsGot the love of my neighbor, much love of my hoodI will program the whole can is that 44 make you to vanishI’m a yellow tape, adolescentsBullet holes and no news camerasThe question is when will it stop?Defend your own, can’t depend on the copsThe Lord’s striking if it ain’t true, trueFact remains that they are game tooWe're forever at war , please , somebody tell us what for?If there's the shells on the floorNobody uses the heads anymoreSo I'm askingBlue is the color of the race lineBlue is the color of the race lineWe gotta stop killing each other manBlue is the color of the race lineIt’s no purposeBlue is the color of the race lineKill your brother, kill your enemyIt's the same thingBlue is the color of the race lineWalk as a king, my niggaThink like a king!It’s real, we’re all kings!It’s gotta think like that, think what I’m saying
