Chorus
These color lines will make you break you make you choose a side
These color lines these color lines been here since jump
I write these color lines cause if I don't I'll lose my mind
I write these color lines these color lines Verse 1 (George)
your first rap show posted in the back row
of a sea of white kids bent on supermanning that hoe
pretty soon you're buying fitted hats and high tops
pretending that you're black enough and rapping with the lights off
it's like a cyclops with one closed eye
you can tell me that you're winking, but the grin won't lie
and no mouth supplies, what your skin tone hides
about a thousand miles south as the jim crow flies
And then we're playing he said she said
I see red when i peep a pink cheeked boston meathead
I wanna go Bruce Lee
When I see him on the T taking up two seats
and say, "excuse me, but would you move if hell froze?"
you know the subway is the underground railroad
lynch trees have the same white limbs
check out my arms, I look just like him Verse 2 (Catch)
Let's you and I get one thing straight
The game never been equal, ain't no food on my plate
I gave birth to this and you just took it and co opted it and profited
and packaged it and wouldn't give me half of it
Peep how I master this and break down how you took it all
Raped the culture and you standing there looking all
innocent, take a mile when I give and inch
And how you getting rich, is it a coincidence?
or is it ignorance? You don't know your own privilege
You own riches and don't know what homeless is
You got a lot to learn before you even think about
Hip hop, black culture and which fitted you pickin out
n******g in the street, I don't think so bro
My people ain't supportin your black history show
So stop what you doing we won't take it anymore
Before you come in my house wipe ya feet at the door Chorus