Lyrics Colors - Injury Reserve

Colors

All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Yeah, Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Sub-Zero, MK9 arenas
Always against the grain since Mister Nickatina
With a stern backhand like Venus or Serena
On the mic though, things ain’t black and white though
See, when we were youngins, we wanted to be Michael
Jackson or Jordan;
hooping or recording
All posted by the light pole
Not too bright though, Mom said be home before the lights dull
And they told me don’t cuff the mic, so I cuffed it harder
Had my pants on sagged, jeans cuffed over the starters
Always against the grain, unless you cutting your hair, my nigga
That’s how a nigga lose his waves
It’s hard to look around see we ain’t living in hell
And I’ve been blue since the last of season two of Chappelle
And my green grass is green and their green grass is brown
But their green grass is turf, so they don’t know about how
Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns aren’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Life doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be lived
Took a while, but I learned that you get what you give
Been dealt with karma from shit that I did as a kid
At least I know that it’s coming bruh, it is what it is
Everybody fucks up yeah you live and you learn
Can’t outrun Father Time, man we all got our turn
Yeah I tried to find forever but I took a wrong turn
Now I’m back to square one, with nowhere to run
I don’t really want an easy fight, just a fair one
But that’s not happening, prolly cause my skin tone
Momma been put me on game, the shit I been on
And I went and passed that down so my kids know
Everybody wanna be a nigga, Mooney told me that
Been a few times that I stepped off the narrow path
Even if I’m slipping, boy, you know I’m always bouncing back
You know that the hate means successful and black
Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell
But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail
And we know black and browns ain’t living as well
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink, bruh
The grass gets greener