One.Be.Lo - Gray lyrics

[Hook] Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset Sometimes sunshine is only a phase Sunrise, sunset [Verse 1] Now let me take you to a place where the rays off the sun Blocked by the gray lofty rain often come Single parents apparently raise all their young When they once took a village now they call it a slum People don't greet or smile, they're pokerfaced Call em tough, a wildcard may call your bluff Blades don't pay off, they blaze all their guns Maybe take all your bucks, maybe paid all for d** They know what's up, hey officer They all corrupt, somebody might pay off the judge See knowledge is the key and the truth shall set you free But it's so hard to take off the cuffs When the laws of the land don't scrape off the scum Bags bum politicians waste all the funds Schools don't teach so the playground is love Till a stray blow make a soul take off above His momma dressed in black, she make all the fuss He could've been the next MJ off the jump Hang out the tongue, free-throw, take off and dunk The newspaper say all for what The police was looking for witness but they always dumb Nobody wanna cooperate, not with fuzz They use us to make all the busts and toss like hero Sandwich to dogs who make off with lunch [Hook] [Verse 2] Another gray matter like a brain pattern Confused when her colour changed parents Family on the light side, don't accept the dark side Sort of like apartheid, pa** each other by like The Pharcyde Fat lip like a daddy, flat bu*t like a mammy Nobody can relate in the family She can't sit with granny cause her skin too brown Ain't from tanning, whatever She feel like a Big Boi and Andre together without the umbrella And this ain't rain weather and that's an outcast if your brain ain't clever This gray could be a change for the better ? mistakes [Hook] [Verse 3] Now as I walk through the valley in the shadow of d**h Real jihad, the battle itself, I'm not a superman Everything sat on my chest except S I be okay, crush, k**, destroy that stress Pimp the rhyme sk**s like a prostitute in high heels Walking through a minefield trying to blow the f**k up Neck-high in bills, indie on the driving wheel Maybe I should sign a deal, maybe that'll slow the buck up And I can't afford it, my fam gotta stay supported Don't wanna grow tall in the charts, they're getting shorted By the corporate, you need more than Trojan type horses To penetrate their fortified fortress They hire more lawyers that'll run circles around your office Shady ways often, rights get waived Gotta be Navy trained, sometimes sunshine is only a phase Maybe making this paper, save a little for a rainy day [Hook]