True Colors

[Chorus 1: Jon Connor]
Until the day we touch the sky
Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Yeah, yeah
I guess I was the one that you could call naïve, the world full of smoking mirrors
World full of broken mirrors, we hurtin' like open blisters
Little brother that ain't know his sisters, world colder than the coldest winters
This world so backwards we don't know our own potential
We could change the world, but then you say I'm in no position
Sometime you just need an ear, but ain't nobody there to listen
So I can't just hold this pencil and be like, "I don't know them niggas"
That's like rationalizing with the killer 'cause he ain't know his victims
Passion that I just can't hide, hurt but it just ain't mine
Knowin' my neighborhood ain't always looked that way outside
It's like they bored with us, elementary schools gettin' boarded up
High schools gettin' boarded up, instead of warning us they ignoring us
I'm living my vision with my eyes closed
My dream, struggle ain't always what it seems
I tell my people to play this song for the days that you can't take it
But always rest assured that you gon' make it, but until then

[Chorus 1: Jon Connor]
Until the day we touch the sky
Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Chorus 2: Lia Mack & Jon Connor]
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down
I'll be around
With your head held down you can't see the light of day
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
Yeah, yeah
What up, lost girl, trapped in this lost world
Outside my window doesn't resemble what people have fought for
Unprepared for this to be the song you skipped
'Cause we can all admit we call it quits when we don't wanna hear we wrong as shit
Little girl all of six, living room talking shit
Mama told her shut her mouth, she turned around and called her bitch
Laughter fills the room, they think it's cute until she 22
Dropped out of school 'cause you ain't fixed the problem that's in front of you
Fuckin' dudes, havin' babies, like it's a requirement
It ain't just her that's getting fucked, it's the whole environment
She intimate with dudes, she tell 'em it don't feel right
And now she pregnant before she know what sex supposed to feel like
We turn our heads to lost young men like it's the usual
Then talk about what we should'a did at his funeral
Ain't that a bitch, we hypocrites, guess with me it's hit or miss
We slaves to our own ignorance, my people feel this shit

[Chorus 1: Jon Connor]
Until the day we touch the sky
Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Chorus 2: Lia Mack & Jon Connor]
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down
I'll be around
With your head held down you can't see the light of day
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Verse 3: Jon Connor]
Yeah
See, I done seen too many people go before their time
That's why I can't just write no bullshit in every line
I speak my mind because it's far too many of us dyin'
Say it's too late to change the world but ain't nobody tryin'
And if I don't sell at least I'll die with a clear conscience
Too scared to take a stand, y'all just stand around watchin'
This shit I'm seeing on the tube and I just can't accept it
Cause if I do my daughter will be 16 and pregnant
And I'm aware that words can be used as a weapon
You wanna see some ass? Then let me see some cash, think that shit ain't connected?
This shit is hard without a question
But talk is cheap, so the least you could do is pay attention in this recession
I'm not a conscious rapper, I'm a rapper with a conscience
And all I want is progress, if you could help me with this process
I'm just a human, I'm just famous on the side
Now let me see them hands in the sky, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus 1: Jon Connor]
Until the day we touch the sky
Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like

[Chorus 2 (Extended): Lia Mack & Jon Connor]
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down
I'll be around
With your head held down you can't see the light of day
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down (Until the day we touch the sky)
I'll be around (Most of my niggas gettin' high, I feel you like)
With your head held down you can't see the light of day
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like
When the sun comes up and the moon goes down
I'll be around
With your head held down you can't see the light of day
Most of my niggas gettin' high, we ridin' like