(Verse 1: Legit) I swear my mother's face was priceless Couldn't buy it with a MasterCard Vicious, so dismissive, held with a bad regard She took a gander at the one I was romancing Like "How you come here with a chick the same color our masters are" You mean masters were, mother that's past tense But that's irrelevant cause my heart is what's being held captive She said no more as if she was divorcing Ashton And stormed right out the room in a pretty upset fashion I mean, I'm guessin' All these years of oppression Have left some of us with a former permanent objection Leaving the perspective Unconditional racial preference But just cause love is complex, doesn't mean it has complexion If we a**ume it does, then how can we have progression? It's a** backwards, moving in the wrong direction I don't get it, and I probably never will All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville (Hook: Arielle) The public has perceptions of us Our love's turn to a weapon that just Shoots down the negative comments Decisions that they want, does it mean That I can't be your love for right now Colors won't apply If I make him smile (Verse 2: Legit) So now I'm catching shoulders colder than Norway Guess that's how it goes when you date outside of your race Get looked at like a sell-out or a n***a in North Face But I'm sure the same thing is happening your way When your Pops heard of me Anger was burning fervently In the third-degree Using slurs when he referred to me And your moms is cool but she still feels awkward Explaining to her friends her daughter's dating someone darker And I'm fine but I hate to see it bother you And witness all of their ignorance rip your heart in two Watching both sides fight like Capulets and Montague Cause they don't know that emotion can come in all kinds of hues And I being with your friends cause if you bring 'em I get stared at like an exhibit in a museum I don't get it, probably never will All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville (Hook: Arielle) (Verse 3: Legit) This whole time my feelings have grown deep-er Pouring emotions out by the liter Spike Lee called it Jungle Fever Don't give a f** what you label it, I'm never gonna leave her I've grown too used to her laugh and the smile her face produces to ever turn my back So tell our parents that But they don't get it, they probably never will All they see is black & white, welcome to Pleasantville (Hook: Arielle)