Colored.Folk (Asante Version)
And though the candles still burning
And we dying for fun
Our skin was kissed by royals rays
And now the seeds of a gun
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
And last night—you saw my true colors and you
You pushed me in the mud
Said, "We don't share the same blood, and we ain't
Never had the same mother," but
When the Earth goes you die with me, yeah yeah
It'll be like, like we joined at the head at birth—we'll die together
It'll be so cool
To see a humble side of you prayed up times two
You can't move without these jewels
If toxic air should fill my lungs
Then help me see the sun
And if the power should unleash
Then make me free to run
And though the candles still burning
And we're dying for fun
Our skin was kissed by royal rays
And now the seeds of a gun
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
It'll be like, like we joined at the head at birth—we'll die together
It'll be so cool
To see a humble side of you prayed up times two
You can't move without these jewels
And we dying for fun
Our skin was kissed by royals rays
And now the seeds of a gun
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
And last night—you saw my true colors and you
You pushed me in the mud
Said, "We don't share the same blood, and we ain't
Never had the same mother," but
When the Earth goes you die with me, yeah yeah
It'll be like, like we joined at the head at birth—we'll die together
It'll be so cool
To see a humble side of you prayed up times two
You can't move without these jewels
If toxic air should fill my lungs
Then help me see the sun
And if the power should unleash
Then make me free to run
And though the candles still burning
And we're dying for fun
Our skin was kissed by royal rays
And now the seeds of a gun
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
The color of our souls holds the cure
It'll be like, like we joined at the head at birth—we'll die together
It'll be so cool
To see a humble side of you prayed up times two
You can't move without these jewels
Credits
Writer(s): Goodsteph
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