True Colors

[Produced by: Jon Connor] [Refrain: Jon Connor] Until the day we touch the sky Most of my niggas getting high I feel you like Most of my niggas getting high We riding like [Verse 1: Jon Connor] I guess I was the one that you could call naive The world full of smoking mirrors World full of broken mirrors We hurtin' like open blisters Little brother that ain't know his sisters World colder than the coldest winters This world so backwards We don't know our own potential We could change the world But then you say I'm in no position Sometime you just need an ear But ain't nobody there to listen So I can't just hold this pencil And be like I don't know them niggas That's like rationalizing with the killer Cause he ain't know his victims Passion that I just can't hide Hurts but it just ain't mine Knowing my neighborhood Ain't always looked that way outside It's like they bored with us Elementary schools get boarded up High Schools getting boarded up Instead of warning us they ignoring us I'm living my vision with my eyes closed My dream, struggle ain't always what it seems I tell my people to play this song For the days that you can't take it But always rest assured that you gone make it But until then [Refrain] [Hook: Lia Mack & (Jon Connor)] When the sun comes up And the moon goes down, I'll be around With your head held down You can't see the light of day (Most of my niggas gettin' high we riding like) [Verse 2: Jon Connor] What up lost girl, trapped in this lost world Outside my window doesn't resemble what people have fought for Unprepared for this to be the song you skipped Cause we can all admit we call it quits When we don't wanna hear we wrong as shit Little girl all of six, living room talking shit Mama told her shut her mouth She turned around and called her bitch Laughter filled the room they think its cool until she twenty-two Dropped out of school Cause you ain't fixed the problem that's in front of you Fuckin' dudes having babies like it's a requirement It ain't just her that's getting fucked its the whole environment She intimate with dudes she tell 'em it don't feel right And now she pregnant before she know what sex supposed to feel like We turn our heads to lost young men like it's the usual Then talk about what we should have did at his funeral Ain't that a bitch, we hypocrites Guess with me it's hit or miss We slaves to our own ignorance My people feel this shit [Refrain] [Hook] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] See I done seen too many people go before their time That's why I can't just write no bullshit in every line I speak my mind because it's far too many of us dying Say it's too late to change the world but ain't nobody trying And if I don't sell at least I'll die with a clear conscience Too scared to take a stand, ya'll just stand around watching This shit I'm seeing on the tube and I just can't accept it Cause if I do my daughter will be 16 and Pregnant And I'm aware that words can be used as a weapon You wanna see some ass than let me see some cash Think that shit ain't connected? This shit is hard without a question But talk is cheap So the least you could do is pay attention In this recession I'm not a conscious rapper I'm a rapper with a conscience And all I want is progress If you could help me with this process I'm just a human I'm just famous on the side Now let me see them hands in the sky Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Refrain] [Hook x2]