Crayons

Duration

4:49

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Black man say that the white man got him, White man say skip a black mans problems, and the yellow man say that the black man robbed him, it be that way so the yellow man shot him, brown man struggle but he will shovel to make it, he do the dirty work got a job he will take it... for peanuts, know what america do to thank it, border patrol his people no they cant come and taste it, me I aint a racist but this is out of placement, the founders of this country was on some immigration, so how they tell the brown man that due to population, he can come from mexico but only for vacation, and they came here from the same situation, turned the red man land to they native nation, they king of england is now our Bush administration, and wonder why we got all the problems that we facing, WE CRAYONS IN A BOX TOGETHER, MAN NO WE NOT TOGETHER, WE MESS AROUND AND BE LOST FOREVER, WE CAN DO ALOT TOGETHER 2X Now the tan man got a situation at hand, victim of security from the homeland, typecast terrorist from his old man, media brainwashing from the taliban, he been here for years slanging gyro's on the 9, was behind the counter now he feeling behind the lines, subject to strip search if he talk about flying, but I be ready when he on the same plane as mine, it aint fair... but sometimes the color game honest, cause crayons is sharp when they out the box, but crayons get dull when they used the hardest, the coloring book of life only got 1 artist, whether your color brightest, deepest, or the harshest, dont stray from the lines cause they keep us on lock, cause when you cross colors the color gaurd be on us, colors bleed just like us then come clorox WE CRAYONS IN A BOX TOGETHER, MAN NO WE NOT TOGETHER, WE MESS AROUND AND BE LOST FOREVER, WE CAN DO ALOT TOGETHER 2X It might be true another hue got it harder than you, or maybe another color hella smarter than you, but that cant take away from your impact on america, cause all those other colors are apart of you too, and we all races and faces, trading spouses and spaces, different colors we brothers all from different mothers, Im a jrunk unk, and ya'll all my distant cousins, so cool the hell out with all the fighting and the fussing, cause we all on watch, we all on lock, we all on blast, if it ever get hot, we all want security with something nice to lay on, as Crayons.. gotta start thinking out the box, get a piece of mind, get your release be straight, stop shading eacn other for pieces of the pape, so all my other colors who dont know what it take, a CRAYON all about the type impression that he make! WE CRAYONS IN A BOX TOGETHER, MAN NO WE NOT TOGETHER, WE MESS AROUND AND BE LOST FOREVER, WE CAN DO ALOT TOGETHER 2X