Color Me Badd

Uh, this that uh
I should've sought for therapy, but instead I'm rapping on a beat cause
It is what is, uh

They trampled their boundaries then tap danced on my tomb
Now the skeleton black hand just dug out in the gloom
Don't ask what cause the craters on the bright moon
I don't look for the stars, playa, when I shoot
I'm a multifaceted prism projecting in the night sky
A nice guy reciting reflective chapters of wisdom
A hyped child neglected but never submissive
In Sha Allah, selling records that he's written
Look, now when they all overlap with each other
The trajectory hitting makes him psychotic in deep cover
Took the fork in the road and made my escape
While all you tense souls wanna scrape up the plate

I just want you to color me bad, for your own good
For your own good
Again, ouh ouh

My word is bond, can't deny it like a prosecutor
Shock the deuce popper user, told Dukes
"Poppa you's a rolling stone, going home to lots intruders
You won't see Momma through her"
Doctor shooting meds, yelling, "don't be crack-rock-wack pot consumers"
I know my worth, I know how much a dollar cost
But will it really matter soon as the shots go off?
And the trumpets get blown by the sighs of archangels
Tired of looking down on us from the farthest dark angles
Not a ladder, they just climbing up the chart singles
Yeah, my heart is telling me to find God
Hope I won't see Him in things that I find odd
They make dope the new religion for blacks
Now I know folks that got lured into this trap
Yeah, uh
Let it breathe uh, let it breathe, yeah