Colors

He's a kaleidoscope to look in a
Black men and white women
Sometimes together make exotic
Looking children
But mixed race kids become fixated on
Separating themselves from the hatred
Your grandma on the black side
Make you slam the station
Your grandma on the white
Side was educated in
Schools that were segregated maybe
She was racist maybe you can't, today
School her on some brand new today shit
If I grew up a rich boy, like this boy
This white boy, like you
Boy, the Christmas toys, the privileged joys
I think I'd be less stressed
The whole family at home, the ideal address
But he's dealing with self mutilation
Dungeons and dragons, Ouija boards
Rituals with satan
Yeah, we grew up with similar anger