True Colors (feat. Akila Janae)

True colors

True colors

True colors

True colors

All I got is my mother, sisters, and brothers

(In this world, there's good and there's evil

But there's only so much evil a good man can take

In this wicked world

Until he snaps)

Getting sick and tired of this nonsense

World full of abusers and false prophets

Take the time to help a human when they down

When the world let 'em drown

And what is the thanks that I get

Truly to be honest, I been feeling offended

Break your back to love a friend and

Then they stab you in it

What's fake

What's real

Twenty-Three and still don't know how to feel

I'm just grateful that I'm healed

And that God has revealed

True colors

True colors

True colors

True colors

All I got is my mother, sisters, and brothers

Father and fam

I can't trust no others, Go

Go, go, go, go, go, go

Check

World turning chaotic

People killing each other over antibiotics

Call the murderers genius

And the healers psychotic

Then they killing all the healers

If they mess with the profit

Locking up the innocent with false confessions

No Black Wall Street pages

In the High School lessons

Banning abortions but praising weapons

Mass shooting professions

Fast food companies making slavery investments

Church members paying they tithes, big stressing

Crooked preachers molesting wives, no discretion

Then it drowns under presidential elections

Daily trauma so we conform to natural selection

Less schools and more prisons are innovated

More money to military is elevated

But all you get is slow singing

And flower bringing

Forget about that Piru, Your Politician banging

Hop out

Drive-by shootings are now imperative

Social media painting these false narratives

Instagram flexing, flaunting in different poses

But in real life, they living homeless

And no one knows it

Billionaires while there's poor people in need

Treat them terrible with deception and greed

People bashing the Holy Bible, Quran

But still believing in everything else they read

Rappers slaving for record companies flowing

Rocking venues, popularity growing

Until they look at that check and no money's showing

So they turn to the drugs and women for coping

That's what I call this thing called life

But I feel like through it all, I know we'll be alright

We got to heal

And be a vessel for each other

Embrace the truth and pray for one another

True colors

True colors

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