True Colors Lyrics - Season 2 - Jon Connor

Until the day we touch the sky 

Most of my niggas getting high 

I feel you like 

Most of my niggas getting high 

We riding like 

[Verse 1: Jon Connor] 

I guess I was the one that you could call naive 

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 

Hurts but it just ain't mine 

Knowing my neighborhood 

Ain't always looked that way outside 

It's like they bored with us 

Elementary schools get boarded up 

High Schools getting 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 gone make it 

But until then 

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Until the day we touch the sky 

Most of my niggas getting high 

I feel you like 

Most of my niggas getting high 

We riding like 

[Hook] 

When the sun comes up 

And the moon goes down 

I'll be around 

With your heads held down you can't see the light of day 

Most of my niggas gettin' high we riding like 

[Verse 2: Jon Connor] 

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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 filled the room they think its cool until she twenty-two 

Dropped out of school 

Cause you ain't fixed the problem that's in front of you 

Fuckin' dudes having babies like it's a requirement 

It ain't just her that's getting fucked its the whole environment 

She intermittent 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 have 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 

Until the day we touch the sky 

Most of my niggas getting high 

I feel you like 

Most of my niggas getting high 

We riding like 

[Hook] 

When the sun comes up 

And the moon goes down 

I'll be around 

With your heads held down you can't see the light of day 

Most of my niggas gettin' high we riding like 

[Verse 3: Jon Connor] 

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 dying 

Say it's too late to change the world but ain't nobody trying 

And if I don't sell at least I'll die with a clear conscience 

Too scared to take a stand, ya'll just stand around watching 

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 than 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 

Until the day we touch the sky 

Most of my niggas getting high 

I feel you like 

Most of my niggas getting high 

We riding like 

[Hook]x2 

When the sun comes up 

And the moon goes down 

I'll be around 

With your heads held down you can't see the light of day 

Most of my niggas gettin' high we riding like