s time for a change Everyone's afraid to believe Love has no color Love has no color Let's all come together now now Love has no color Join hands now
went to get my camera to take some pictures And then I was taking the pictures But the exposure thing wasn't right And I was going to call fred or gerry
Yo, it was rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring
shit is worse than Fred Durst's best verse, AND(AND)IT'S(IT'S)LIKE(LIKE)THAT(THAT) We manifest through tape decks and prisma colored markers, Invade
the streets of L.A. with no where to turn, every which way I get burned baby, Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red, put them together and we color them
Comin' up fast, rollin' down his window He threw up a sign, I put away my nine Fool, 'cuz I'm color blind Killa Cali, the state where they kill Over colors
Ball Hello, hello, hello, hello Consider, if you will This great big question, unanswered still Oh, can you spot the difference that lies between The color blue and the color
the american democratic ideal to it's logical conclusion in the sense that not only do they prohibit discrimination on the grounds of race, cre Nd color
might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors
call me Captain Powder If you want it you can call on Chopper Fetti is somethin' that ya boy desire I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper
times that I felt insecure, for you And I leave my burdens at the door I'm on the outside I'm looking in I can see through you See your true colors '
Everybody rappin' like crack never happened Crips never occurred nor bloods to attack them Matter of fact, no hood to attack in Somalia is a great place to relax in Fred
get my camera to take some pictures. And then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to
Everybody on my team got a triple beam Tossin' candy to the dope fiends Million dollar spot, million dollar dreams Four or five different colored techa
Verse 1 I use colorful words, you've probably heard From somebody else's lyrics, but really it's my spit I come from the streets, I'm not from the burbs
ain't slowin' down For no one It's a carnival calling out to you And it sounds like a song It hits you like scripture You paint the picture With colors
each other I want to be free, love ya sista I want to be free, don't you miss her I want to be free, I want to be free Master say being born colored
to a thousand one by one And I'll fly away when I am done. Her ancestors knew the legend--if you make a thousand cranes From squares of colored paper