George Watsky - Color Lines lyrics

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