A Nigger in a North Face

(Verse 1: Legit)
I swear my mother's face was priceless
Couldn't buy it with a MasterCard
Vicious, so dismissive, held with a bad regard
She took a gander at the one I was romancing
Like "How you come here with a chick the same color our masters are"
You mean masters were, mother that's past tense
But that's irrelevant cause my heart is what's being held captive
She said no more as if she was divorcing Ashton
And stormed right out the room in a pretty upset fashion
I mean, I'm guessin'
All these years of oppression
Have left some of us with a former permanent objection
Leaving the perspective
Unconditional racial preference
But just cause love is complex, doesn't mean it has complexion
If we assume it does, then how can we have progression?
It's ass backwards, moving in the wrong direction
I don't get it, and I probably never will
All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville

(Hook: Arielle)
The public has perceptions of us
Our love's turn to a weapon that just
Shoots down the negative comments
Decisions that they want, does it mean
That I can't be your love for right now
Colors won't apply
If I make him smile

(Verse 2: Legit)
So now I'm catching shoulders colder than Norway
Guess that's how it goes when you date outside of your race
Get looked at like a sell-out or a nigga in North Face
But I'm sure the same thing is happening your way
When your Pops heard of me
Anger was burning fervently
In the third-degree
Using slurs when he referred to me
And your moms is cool but she still feels awkward
Explaining to her friends her daughter's dating someone darker
And I'm fine but I hate to see it bother you
And witness all of their ignorance rip your heart in two
Watching both sides fight like Capulets and Montague
Cause they don't know that emotion can come in all kinds of hues
And I being with your friends cause if you bring 'em
I get stared at like an exhibit in a museum
I don't get it, probably never will
All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville

(Hook: Arielle)

(Verse 3: Legit)
This whole time my feelings have grown deep-er
Pouring emotions out by the liter
Spike Lee called it Jungle Fever
Don't give a fuck what you label it, I'm never gonna leave her
I've grown too used to her laugh and the smile her face produces to ever turn my back
So tell our parents that
But they don't get it, they probably never will
All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville

(Hook: Arielle)