Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song True Colors, artist - Jon Connor.
Date of issue: 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 |