Chaplin - Colours lyrics

Verse 1:Chaplin I'm Balling Bills are poring Real life is boring The world as you know it is falling The poor ignored … God is touring Just to remind us that we gonna win regardless This one is for the little The honest, the bully, the soldiers No one deserves a bullet Dying for a lack knowledge Drinking and orgy'ing f**ing your genes that's all you do in college Disciples on payroll Paying impostors Satan is real He's no fantastic monster Marching, marching That's all we do We talk louder Avoiding the real issues See. ..There is no justice Just real hostage …You can be real Playing imaginary bosses You're bluffing … Go on With your “Poker Face” Popping bottles uh! We're slaved … Why you're celebrating… Chorus:Chaplin I'm on my gangsta s**t I'm on that soldier s**t ‘Cause nobody's going to save my soul for me! I'm on my gangsta s**t I'm on that soldier s**t ‘Cause nobody's going to save my soul for me! The Devil try to “Holla” Every time I need a dollar But I don't eat the salad My faith is too solid The system is garbabe I try to get more knowledge “Colours” is symbolic I will always be a problem Verse 2:Chaplin He said I wear blue ‘Cause the sky was stolen from me Most of the time The sun is hiding from me The blunt smoke Make the clouds' nonexistent I guess the weed it's the only green Out there for me I got the blues I shouldn't let a bird sing it for me But fam' is water They're out there breathing for me Switch to red The colour of blood Results for never seeing The colour of love Imagine … I've bleed on the Devil's dresses Burned his dressing room He doesn't get the message … yeah! Just like God never got the memo I've stopped counting prayers I'm waiting for my blessings In a crowd Lost with my depression I reached a red light A gun in my possession They made of life a Do or Die It turns a suicide If we don't k** for our own protection Chorus 2: Chaplin I'm on my gangsta s**t I'm on that soldier s**t ‘Cause nobody's going to save my soul for me! I'm on my gangsta s**t I'm on that soldier s**t ‘Cause nobody's going to save my soul for me! The Devil try to “Holla” Every time I need a dollar But I don't eat the salad My faith is too solid The system is garbabe I try to get more knowledge “Colours” is symbolic I will always be a problem