She's still screaming the color of her confusion. I can't see the color of my screams. They erased color from my mind, erased color from my heart. Swallow
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with
Sails catch any wind that they can Through any ocean to any land There's no worries Power carries no concern Silhouetted by the fields as they burn There
are, ya, I said it, we are You can call me Caesar in a dark CSAR Please follow the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the
sure to get you wet in the park Have your luster's seduction considered or not Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear Whatever color
code Presidental sweets, with this cash flow Uptown gangsta, viet hustla Third wall general, Young Cash Money [Brisco] Before I leave home, I kiss my babies hope I return
regard your past School gates remind us of our class Chase all confusion away with us Stand on hills of long forgotten yesterdays Pass amongst your memories told returning
care The traffic is stuck And you're not movin' anywhere You thought you'd found a friend To take you out of this place Someone you could lend a hand In return
G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return
All day long I sit by the riverside Watching the sunrise and the colors it brings Here I can sing, 'cos there's no one around Some birds fly above
It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit And when the smoke dies down it's still a nigga left to deal wit This motherfucker standin' one deep solo
, the living proof of a God somewhere The lifeline, lifelike lazer beam, the progression and direction Always will be always was what all comes from and all must return
find me some light In the rim of darkness Aiight you sing, I may not be the darkest Brotha But I was always told to act my age and not my color Knowin' that my color
than gold and red Blue must be the color angels choose A blue dress you proudly wore when you left to return no more Yes, blue must be the color of the
back, homie you?ve gotta rock My attic, a joy fanatic, little Morris Blackman I know when they come in number, color E'erything is happenin', you know? A different style, a different color
against each other To get things in life we need And even more to give us the status Which in return will help us breed We separate ourselves by the color