Текст песни Gibbs - K Brock

Color of my skin has left me picture perfect framed shit
Damn that's some shit I got from Freddie Gibbs
Cooking in the 40 but the 82 was on my whip
I would die before I hide my sin

Cozz and effect
Neglect then respect
Spending checks on materials now we living in debt
Got the shirt to match the shoe because they both got a check
Now I dip into my savings cause they both cost a check
They ask white boy white boy
What do you see
I see prejudices taking my communities
Black boy black boy
What do you see
I see a future full of tiny possibilities
Between just you and me
I'm more than royalty
I bathe in knowledge to elevate my environment
When my surroundings are clear that's not retirement
That's the time to get busy I'll bring the fire again
Influences are creeping up from my broken past
I don't want to sound off but mama whooped my ass
Now prejudices are hitting like a percussion hat
You see the color of my skin assume that I can't rap

Color of my skin has left me picture perfect framed shit
Damn that's some shit I got from Freddie Gibbs
Cooking in the 40 but the 82 was on my whip
I would die before I hide my sin

Kane season with a blunt
It got Mary Jane
Feeling high as a plane with nothing more to say
If I wanted mistakes then I would make it rain
Instead of building up the bank and elevate my inner state
I'm running in the race and kick it until I hit the curb
Fuck what you heard this is how you kill a mockingbird
Clip their wings a little
Really teach them how to walk
Let em talk and write the chalk
I'm writing down the faults
Check the time and I'm surprised at what I see
Never would I think that it would be this hard to breathe
Open up my eyes a little more now I'm alive
Looking out my door and looking forward to the night
Ya

Color of my skin has left me picture perfect framed shit
Damn that's some shit I got from Freddie Gibbs
Cooking in the 40 but the 82 was on my whip
I would die before I hide my sin