Ice Cube – Color Blind (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 19, 2017

I gotta get another nine, even though I’m colorblind

Then they switch lanes to the left side
First they get behind my ride,
For the women, it don’t matter how loud they blouse get
‘Cause I was born in a certain territory
Coming up fast, rolling down his window

Fool, ’cause I’m color blind
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
When you try to tell your side
I ain’t contributing to genocide (why?)
And the shit’ll drive you crazy if you let it
I’m colorblind
For no more than a color, or territory
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I’m on a creep tip
‘Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
I’m fresh outta county on bail
‘Cause I’m colorblind
And if you slipping, you’ll be six feet deep
For some gang related activity
And he won’t stop and he don’t stop
‘Cause me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
So when the light turns green, I don’t bone out
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
‘Cause believe it or not, they got more love for me here
And I’ve finally figure out that we’re not in the same gang
‘Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me
and jumped in the G ride Grabbed the A.K.
And I ain’t even shed a tear
Yo, I’m trapped in the plan designed by another side
I want to see what these black men are all about

Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
With four brothers in the SS
Stable and able but I’m not ready and willing
But every nigga on my block can’t stop
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
I’m looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Over colors ’cause brothers don’t know the deal
And they’ll cap you, not if they have to
Where you don’t talk only the streets tell stories
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun
But ever since I’ve been down
‘Cause brothers, you don’t know the half
But if they want to, first they might confront you
Put ’em together and we color ’em dead
Here’s another day at the stoplight
Because it ain’t no sunshine where you headed
With blue and red bandannas on the street
‘Cause if it’s my time, I’m just short
It’s a shame, but it ain’t no thang to me
Niggas in the hood ain’t changed
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
Say the wrong word
‘Cause I was shot and to this day, I pack my steel
‘Cause I’m only 13 and I ain’t never did a killing
If not, I’m plugging they Super Sport
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I’m right back in jail
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
Now here’s the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
It’s on, is anybody killing for the summertime
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split

‘Cause I slang these things like a G
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
I grab my gat out the glove
I can’t go around and can’t back up
Every which way I get burned baby
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
Boy you better duck ’cause the book is comin’

Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang

And you ain’t blue eyed
Or do they got love?
Some say the little locs are getting a little too loc’ed
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
I understand how all my homeboys feel
I’m scoping out the one smoking indo
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Killer Cali, the state where they kill
Since I’m never ever slipping I fully strapped
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain’t no joke
And rookies ain’t the only ones that drop
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
I had my mind set on sending niggas to Harrison Ross
But now, I got time to think
So what’s left, the judge goes deaf
Caught one from the back and I looked in eyes
Can’t rehabilitate ’em, that’s the sheriff’s story

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