Crayon Song

We living in different colors
Pieces of a bigger picture
I'm young and I got to get it
They preach that to us
Like it's a scripture
Feeling like I'm back in the first grade
Rainbows, but the pot of gold is fake
Roy G. Biv got the lucky charms
Imma share it with the homies in open arms
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green
Purple. Black. Turquoise
Don't wear the wrong color
We don't want you to get hurt, boy
I'm really not a fan of the violence
Same violence got Malcolm X silenced
And exiled Napoleon to that island
I landed on a nice violet
Rolling through a flower bed
Just tryna close my eyelids
I wonder what a rainbow looks like
Is that diversity?
Don't want to be a poster child
For the brochure of my university
Reminiscing times
From when my mom's car was burgundy
Back when yo skin tone wasn't the only thing to irk the beef
Ya mom ain't love you if your crayons was RoseArt
Or maybe in this world
She had a bad start
Maybe made a baby with a nigga with a bad heart
And making up alone for the fact that you a bastard
That's ard
The painting can't be what it seems
He's a richer shade of blue
She's a brighter hue of green
It was cool for a sec
But one white line came in between
The loveliest of textures only Ronald Reagan had foreseen
Colorless Crayola's dick riding the wave
I'm tryna Alan Free you niggas
Acting like new slaves
Put a 64-color box on a new heyday
Then put that pic up on my fridge like
"Mama Look what I made"
I'm saying

Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon

Different shades of colors
We can thank our mothers
We can thank our fathers
But I don't even bother
They say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice
I ain't have that mentality during my youth
Everybody gotta fellowship
Just for the culture and not for the hell of it
Man I'm enjoying every drop of melanin
Especially when I see something I can settle with
Skin tone, black cherry
The police a pull you over for the shade of ya pigment and that's scary
Oh no
They witness this rap
But not this college degree
First nigga pulled out the whip and question
Its probably me
Pull out the guns and claim protection
So I better not flee
Cause I fit the description of niggas at robbery scenes
I may not be flowin'
Goin through motions
Daily devotions with my old friends
Constantly thinking and wondering
When am I gone win
Heart Blacker than Bernie Mac
There was no turning back when I was bullied
And I don't blame my guidance counselors
Cause they ain't understand me fully
My mama screaming "black boy fly"
And she know they tryna clip my wings
My daddy screaming "why oh why"
Cause he know did not raise this king
My mama screaming "black boy fly"
And she know they tryna clip my wings
My daddy screaming "why oh why"
Cause he know did not raise this king

Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon
Everybody Do the Crayon
Crayon

Everybody
(Everybody)
Do the Crayon
(Do the Crayon)
Everybody
(Everybody)
Do the Crayon
(Do the Crayon)
Everybody
(Everybody)
Do the Crayon
(Do the Crayon)
Everybody
(Everybody)
Do the Crayon
(Do the Crayon)

Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Hey!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Everybody!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Hey!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Everybody!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Hey!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Everybody!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Hey!
Do the Crayon. Crayon. Crayon
Everybody!

Ok kids. Line up
Math with Ms. Burgess will be in 10 minutes
Get there before the bell rings