Coloring Book - Krizz Kaliko

We failed

We didn’t prevail

Ohh, yeah

We swell

But that’s just our well

If somebody try’na punk you

Would you want to-

Beat him up just cause they hunt you?

And take you to a land where nobody’s tan is tan as you

But managed to hump you

And make you have a golden baby

But your great-great-grand-kids roll Mercedes

Still fighting for equality with names like Talib Kweli

He’s too deep, they unfollowed me

They wanna hear the shit that you be saying Caribou Lou and woop woop

They took the K and you be paying

I got a couple of sons to feed

Don’t wanna rock the boat with water underneath

You could call that a slave mentality

A sell out, I don’t get evicted, don’t get the hell out

I’m just finna educate my sons

I hate «niggas», but figure I’m the biggest one

Now stop

I am not who I say I am

You are not who you say you are

What you think?

What you think you are?

You are not what you look like

I’m just saying read the book right

What you think?

Yeah, whatever you think you missed

You only hoping that you can get to open for a big name rapper

And perfect your craft

And all the weed smoking and all the words spoken

You get on stage and that no one would laugh

We would get the memos so when we hear your demo

And Venmo you like a bag of cash

Interview you and ask

Did you do it for the culture, the cash, or to get more ass?

Are you a have or a have not?

Got weed in the stash spot?

Ever bleed from a gunshot…

Wound?

I know you coons got a way of life

Talking and holding a mouth full of gold

Do you rap, do you play ball, or sing?

It’s all like the same thing

You all try’na get bling

Your pants all sagged y’all

Studied your look

Notice you’re all the same color in the coloring book

Stop

I am not who I say I am

You are not who you say you are

What you think?

What you think you are?

You are not what you look like

I’m just saying read the book right

What you think?

Yeah, whatever you think you missed

You can never get me right