Текст Injury Reserve – Colors

All things ain’t pink brah
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink brah
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 brah
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 brah
The grass gets greener

Sub-Zero MK9 arenas
«Always against the greys,» says Mister Niggatina
With a stern backhand like Venus or Serena
On the mic though, things aren’t black and white though
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 cuttin’ 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 2 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 been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

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 brah
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 brah
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink brah
The grass gets greener
All things ain’t pink brah
The grass gets greener