Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Colors , by - Jon Connor. Release date: 11.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
True Colors |
| Until the day we touch the sky |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I guess I was the one that you could call naïve, the world full of smoking |
| mirrors |
| World full of broken mirrors, we hurtin' like open blisters |
| Little brother that ain’t know his sisters, world colder than the coldest |
| winters |
| This world so backwards we don’t know our own potential |
| We could change the world, but then you say I’m in no position |
| Sometime you just need an ear, but ain’t nobody there to listen |
| So I can’t just hold this pencil and be like, «I don’t know them niggas» |
| That’s like rationalizing with the killer 'cause he ain’t know his victims |
| Passion that I just can’t hide, hurt but it just ain’t mine |
| Knowin' my neighborhood ain’t always looked that way outside |
| It’s like they bored with us, elementary schools gettin' boarded up |
| High schools gettin' boarded up, instead of warning us they ignoring us |
| I’m living my vision with my eyes closed |
| My dream, struggle ain’t always what it seems |
| I tell my people to play this song for the days that you can’t take it |
| But always rest assured that you gon' make it, but until then |
| Until the day we touch the sky |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| When the sun comes up and the moon goes down |
| I’ll be around |
| With your head held down you can’t see the light of day |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| Yeah, yeah |
| What up, lost girl, trapped in this lost world |
| Outside my window doesn’t resemble what people have fought for |
| Unprepared for this to be the song you skipped |
| 'Cause we can all admit we call it quits when we don’t wanna hear we wrong as |
| shit |
| Little girl all of six, living room talking shit |
| Mama told her shut her mouth, she turned around and called her bitch |
| Laughter fills the room, they think it’s cute until she 22 |
| Dropped out of school 'cause you ain’t fixed the problem that’s in front of you |
| Fuckin' dudes, havin' babies, like it’s a requirement |
| It ain’t just her that’s getting fucked, it’s the whole environment |
| She intimate with dudes, she tell 'em it don’t feel right |
| And now she pregnant before she know what sex supposed to feel like |
| We turn our heads to lost young men like it’s the usual |
| Then talk about what we should’a did at his funeral |
| Ain’t that a bitch, we hypocrites, guess with me it’s hit or miss |
| We slaves to our own ignorance, my people feel this shit |
| Until the day we touch the sky |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| When the sun comes up and the moon goes down |
| I’ll be around |
| With your head held down you can’t see the light of day |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| Yeah |
| See, I done seen too many people go before their time |
| That’s why I can’t just write no bullshit in every line |
| I speak my mind because it’s far too many of us dyin' |
| Say it’s too late to change the world but ain’t nobody tryin' |
| And if I don’t sell at least I’ll die with a clear conscience |
| Too scared to take a stand, y’all just stand around watchin' |
| This shit I’m seeing on the tube and I just can’t accept it |
| Cause if I do my daughter will be 16 and pregnant |
| And I’m aware that words can be used as a weapon |
| You wanna see some ass? |
| Then let me see some cash, think that shit ain’t |
| connected? |
| This shit is hard without a question |
| But talk is cheap, so the least you could do is pay attention in this recession |
| I’m not a conscious rapper, I’m a rapper with a conscience |
| And all I want is progress, if you could help me with this process |
| I’m just a human, I’m just famous on the side |
| Now let me see them hands in the sky, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Until the day we touch the sky |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| When the sun comes up and the moon goes down |
| I’ll be around |
| With your head held down you can’t see the light of day |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| When the sun comes up and the moon goes down (Until the day we touch the sky) |
| I’ll be around (Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like) |
| With your head held down you can’t see the light of day |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |
| When the sun comes up and the moon goes down |
| I’ll be around |
| With your head held down you can’t see the light of day |
| Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like |