I'm falling asleep here in my bed. I close my eyes and just see red or is it green or is it blue? I don't know should I just 'fess up and try to block
get down to business I choose you first, there?s a gun, its at your head So laugh at me just one more time but keep your face inside the bed You sit
s a pooh-put Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang Hangin on the streets sellin caine To his own people Now when I say people I mean color
powder When I first went Down South, I had big mouth Nigga I had a fuckin house, with my cousin Lil' Matt's color-changin mouse We like sippin leen sometimes
God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face But the rhymes
Never question what I am God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some (Get on up) hustler of culture Snakebitten Been spit in the face
, a chair hit a judge right in his face Shitting shanks out, come to court dates Mittens on shines with blood Wally's that's the color of wine [U-God
a pooh-put Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang Hangin on the streets sellin caine To his own people Now when I say people I mean color
half-blinded Losing my heart, walking in the sea of dreams Close my eyes Rose breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart Dry my tears Wipe my bloody face
if you dare to take mine Jena si we don't give a fuck color us eyes guys Women children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind Vietnam mama ball
P. I remember when you got your very first tattoo Now we're both covered Through the highs and lows We made the most of it But now I know your true colors
Still dropped the load Never question," What I am?" God knows Cause it's comin' from the heart What I got better get some Hustler of culture snakebitten Been spit in the face
get down to business I choose you first, there's a gun, it's at your head So laugh at me one more time but keep your face inside the bed You sit and
told me, don't be, blind to deception, only Sharp with perfection, homey, your mind is a weapon Relax, you got your muscles tight, relax Word, word First
punk, pump the trunk 'Cuz it's a gang of jackers in the front smoking All the hump, some shit was said about blue and red But I'm color blind and I
when you received my first poetic letter Why you fronting? Tell me something Is it that you want your cake and stuff it down your face too? Did I have
