Colour Blind

Take a picture of the present and I'll show you what is real
You ain't ready for this, this might bring the devil, it's surreal
Take a second, take a minute, take the time you need to feel
It won't help your consciousness from wandering, but do believe

That picture you envisioned is a fraction of the truth
When the photographer switches ain't it one more Photo Booth?
If you real and he's a phony what is the ideal
Bitches live a lie and die a lie just different photo reels

Ain't no preacher but I'v taken a few beatings on my back
That's enough to make a pussy curl and throw up and get cracked
Got some scars on me ain't nothing to prove to all you fucks
Bitch them hard truths to comprehend, you only get it once

Here's a story for them Maccas bitches, turn it slightly up
Little Jack went to a proper school in Ocean Boulevard
Little Jack thought he was normal like the teacher at his class
Til' his Teacher told him that he's Colour Blind as fuck

Pissed off Jack was in a new dimension; holy what the fuck
He kept thinking to himself that it was real but it is not
Til' he figured out that he was just another shutterbug
So he flipped the Uno-Reverse to the teacher like what's up

Pissed off Teacher's in a new dimension; holy what the fuck
She kept thinking to herself that it was real but it is not
Took a second to reflect on what is considered the facts
Hallelujah Maccas bitches, hope you all fucking wake up