Colours

[Verse 1]
Sat in a shrines spirit, walls white my spine pivots
Lights mimic over estate roof heights with 9 villains
In white linen, my arms extended on a marble dresser
With palms on the sagas of khepra, the glance of an emperor
Glasses of nectar, shuffled cards bitches in baths
The city's pillars arched over barbarous peddlers
I start sketching, I view it like a collage in a spectrum
A coloured scheme mirage to enhance my perception
Ink blotches of burgundy bricks and PINK optics
SILVER locks picked, shots lick in his snot bridge
Cops script the burner hit his sternam on page 2
For serving strips of purple haze herbs on estate roofs
Face blue like Armanis black armies who spray crews
Peddle caine on yellow stained pavements with Grey Goose
Prison escape routes authors their brains well
To stack pinkies from weighing white stones on a grey scale
A mind full of coloured schemes in their brain cells
With tatts covering BLUE stitches over their vein rails
From Whitechapel pipe grapples and 8th sales
Red bodies of babies found where the drain smells

[Chorus]
The colours colours, the white black and brown
The white enslaved the black the black
Hates the brown
For the colours colours, really depends on the colour
That forms the complexion which governs our own perceptions

[Verse 2: Melanin 9]
Its red light led strikes from legion wars
Ped bikes and pealing walls, RED stripes and reefer draws
Knives and immigrants, Barry White vinyls and instruments
Bribing the suck pink dices from piping predicaments
Between the amber lorry, silver bangle blondies
Fill bags of bobby's with black hammers inside their Abercrombies
My coloured capsules probably
Purple patterns and patches of blood splattered bodies from mechanic shottys
That blow like Egyptian winds drifting over a gold sand
Deep as a barrel's black hole strapped to a cold hand
The nose tips the window the rubber grips the frame
The grey colours above us is the muffler's aim
Kaleidoscope pictures of white owners of coke shifters
Serve silver haze through Blackberry's the fuck gold diggers
Mimicking amber rose strippers with toned pigments
They put purple acrylic coat glitters with their toes blistered
Drunk from guzzling White Russians under gang spells
To having a child driven from a black male
His kids wrapping bits packaging sales
Never fed on silver platter fits his characters tale
Full of colours

[Chorus]
The colours colours, the white black and brown
The white enslaved the black the black
Hates the brown
For the colours colours, really depends on the colour
That forms the complexion which governs our own perceptions
The colours colours, the white black and brown
The white enslaved the black the black
Hates the brown
For the colours colours, really depends on the colour
That forms the complexion which governs our own perceptions