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Color Blind
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Ice Cube
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Death Certificate
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Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test With four brothas in the SSNow I can't go around and can't back up So I gotta peep game layin' in the cut Is this a jack or a kidnap? Since I'm never ever slippin', I'm fully strappedI grab my gat out the glove Do these fools got a problem with me or do they got love? And when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black men are all about'Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short If not, I'm pluggin' they Super Sport First they get behind my ride Then they switch lanes to the left sideI'm scopin' out the one smokin' indo Comin' up fast, rollin' down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, 'cuz I'm color blindKilla Cali, the state where they kill Over colors, 'cuz brothas don't know the deal And they'll cap you, not if they have to But if they want to, first they might confront youBut every nigga on my block can't stop And he won't stop and he don't stop Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang And rookies ain't the only ones that dropSome say the little locs are gettin' a little too loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong word then whistle down the street To your homies like a bird Bust a U-turn, come back and get served niggaFor the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But wearin' the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split It's a shame but it ain't no thang to me 'Cuz I slang these thangs like a GIt's on, is anybody killin' for the summertime I gotta get another nine, even though I'm color blindI'm fresh outta county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity 'Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with meAnd for no more than a color or territory Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story So what's left, the judge goes deaf When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyedBoy you better duck, 'cuz the book is comin' So just hand your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let itBut now, I got time to think Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink And I ain't even shed a tear 'Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me hereNow picture that but on a black and white photograph 'Cuz brothas, you don't know the half On the streets, I was damn near outta my mind But ever since I've been down, I'm color blindNow here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine I was told to peel a cap on the other side Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no jokeStable and able but I'm not ready and willin' 'Cuz I'm only thirteen and I ain't never did a killin' Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride Started up the bucket and headed for the other sideYo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip Hit the five dollar stick and I'lI put in my clip So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost I had my mind set on sendin' niggaz to Harrison RossCaught one from the back and I looked in his eyes Thinkin' should I peel his cap or should I let him survive Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by another side I ain't contributin' to genocide, 'cuz I'm color blindNiggaz in the hood ain't changed And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang 'Cuz I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn Every which way I get burned, babyLou wears blue, Big Fred wears red Put 'em together then we color 'em dead Dead, dyin', gettin' smoked like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeralI understand how all my homeboys feel 'Cuz I've been shot to this day, I pack my steel 'Cuz I was born in a certain territory Where you don't talk only the streets tell storiesWith blue and red bandanas on the street And if you slippin', you'll be six feet deep See me and T-bone, we pay it no mind And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind
Это интересно:MC сейчас уделяют минимальное внимание социальным и политическим темам в своих произведениях. В наше время это менее востребовано, чем 10-15 лет назад, хоть и остается актуальным для некоторых артистов. Но во времена, когда серьезная социальная лирика была на вес золота и продавала многомиллионные тиражи пластинок, королем многие назвали бы именно Ice Cube, который, несмотря на высокую конкуренцию,... продолжение
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