Melanin 9 - Colours lyrics

[Verse 1: Melanin 9] Sat in a shrines spirit, walls white my spine pivots Lights mimic over estate roof heights with 9 villains In white linen, my arms extended on a marble dresser With palms on the sagas of khepra, the glance of an emperor Gla**es of nectar, shuffled cards b**hes in baths The city's pillars arched over barbarous peddlers I start sketching, I view it like a collage in a spectrum A coloured scheme mirage to enhance my perception Ink blotches of burgundy bricks and PINK optics SILVER locks picked, shots lick in his snot bridge Cops script the burner hit his sternam on page 2 For serving strips of purple haze herbs on estate roofs Face blue like Armanis black armies who spray crews Peddle caine on yellow stained pavements with Grey Goose Prison escape routes authors their brains well To stack pinkies from weighing white stones on a grey scale A mind full of coloured schemes in their brain cells With tatts covering BLUE stitches over their vein rails From Whitechapel pipe grapples and 8th sales Red bodies of babies found where the drain smells [Chorus: Melanin 9] The colours colours, the white black and brown The white enslaved the black the black Hates the brown For the colours colours, really depends on the colour That forms the complexion which governs our own perceptions [Verse 2: Melanin 9] Its red light led strikes from legion wars Ped bikes and pealing walls, RED stripes and reefer draws Knives and immigrants, Barry White vinyls and instruments Bribing the s** pink dices from piping predicaments Between the amber lorry, silver bangle blondies Fill bags of bobby's with black hammers inside their Abercrombies My coloured capsules probably Purple patterns and patches of blood splattered bodies from mechanic shottys That blow like Egyptian winds drifting over a gold sand Deep as a barrel's black hole strapped to a cold hand The nose tips the window the rubber grips the frame The grey colours above us is the muffler's aim Kaleidoscope pictures of white owners of coke shifters Serve silver haze through Blackberry's the f** gold diggers Mimicking amber rose strippers with toned pigments They put purple acrylic coat glitters with their toes blistered Drunk from guzzling White Russians under gang spells To having a child driven from a black male His kids wrapping bits packaging sales Never fed on silver platter fits his characters tale Full of colours Chorus x2