Fashawn and Color Blind

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

Uh I’ve seen the crippled man dead with blood on his chest

Next to an AK slug to the fest it was no crest before it’s all set

Like a young playing poker with a old deck

Same tricks same cards

Life for a life your game of arts

The game is flawed we can’t afford to have more casualties in an endless war

Now you tell me really how banging forth

I ain’t trying to preach you till you praise the Lord

You try to save my own but it all starts at a place called home

The ghetto sounds like the shooting range

We’re the proof won't remove the pain

Let’s do the training let’s choose the claim

Red and blue with everyn hue you bang

What the f**k you say

Five shootings twelve hours don't meet the odds just shell showers

It's in hell of ours keep a black suit

A bouchet of flowers better face and sour

No seat belt but they strapped it up

Pack it on if you face the cowards

Stole the graveyards I'm on the finish line in the race for power

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

We live a life that’s do or die

Even the plot feel blue inside

We’re victims of our own desire

Living in a city where the skinny *s ride uh

The only remining is that it’s getting high

Problem here is for those that are still alive

Some say nevermind be unified

So we separate you like you and I oh

They’re be sending kids and they’ll make up uh

In my neck of the woods

Got the love of my neighbor much love of my hood

I will program the whole can is that 44 make you to vanish

I’m a yellow tape adolescents

Bullet holes and no news cameras

The question is when will it stop

Defend your own can’t depend on the cops

The Lord’s striking if it ain’t true true

Fact remains that they are game too

We're forever at war please somebody tell us what for

If there's the shells on the floor

Nobody uses the heads anymore

So I'm asking

Blue is the color of the race line

Blue is the color of the race line

We gotta stop killing each other man

Blue is the color of the race line

It’s no purpose

Kill your brother kill your enemy

It's the same thing

Walk as a king my *

Think like a king

It’s real we’re all kings

It’s gotta think like that think what I’m saying