Chorus: (x2) Look in, to my, eyes nigga. Open, up the, blinds boy
Verse 1: I know what it is and know what i want, feelin this (water?) weight on my back, i can't front
I dont ask for this, i dont ever ask for shit, keep yo bag of chips i dont want none
You can say I was born in July, I got pride, sayin goodbye to parade waves, just subside
Labeling me a supreme being at eighteen, Don King, then only see Martin in my dream
Imagine seeing the world, different now that im older, if you're stayin in neverland, you'll never grow up
I ain't into that Final Fantasy that they showed-us
Pay attention and listen to the fiction they told-us
Took advantage of propaganda, the status quo-up
Chorus: (x2) Look in, to my, eyes nigga. Open, up the, blinds boy
(Continuation:) There's no shade, won't lie, no shade uhh
Look in, to my, eyes nigga. Open, up the, blinds boy
Verse 2: I got a stigma in my third eye, my conscious tell me relax, like i heard tribe (heard tribe)
Native son, of Native tongue, i transcribe
Dialect I dissect, I die long
Let bygones be bygones, hoping my story be never told like saigon
Pressures in life having me fold like nylon
Pressures in life be turning to gold and diamonds
Worry bout no bitch, who the fuck is you?
Cop a play and a fifth of Henny to hide the truth
Cause we blacker than (barry) berry they qualified to shoot
Bodies can be clear as ever, behind the (?)
Can you tell me what is this life if you make it, outside the Matrix amazing. Heavy surveillance when you in capital of the nation
The sensation, of patient waiting on liberation
I close minds, on closed blinds, im just, sayin
Im just, sayin, Im just, look
Chorus: (x2) Look in, to my, eyes nigga. Open, up the, blinds boy
(Continuation:) There's no shade, won't lie, no shade uhh
Look in, to my, eyes nigga. Open, up the, blind boy
Shades was written by Don Anthony.
Shades was produced by iLL Brown.