Colors - Injury Reserve

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Yeah, Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns ain’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns ain’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Sub-Zero, MK9 arenas

Always against the grain since Mister Nickatina

With a stern backhand like Venus or Serena

On the mic though, things ain’t black and white though

See, when we were youngins, we wanted to be Michael

Jackson or Jordan;

hooping or recording

All posted by the light pole

Not too bright though, Mom said be home before the lights dull

And they told me don’t cuff the mic, so I cuffed it harder

Had my pants on sagged, jeans cuffed over the starters

Always against the grain, unless you cutting your hair, my nigga

That’s how a nigga lose his waves

It’s hard to look around see we ain’t living in hell

And I’ve been blue since the last of season two of Chappelle

And my green grass is green and their green grass is brown

But their green grass is turf, so they don’t know about how

Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns ain’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns aren’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Life doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to be lived

Took a while, but I learned that you get what you give

Been dealt with karma from shit that I did as a kid

At least I know that it’s coming bruh, it is what it is

Everybody fucks up yeah you live and you learn

Can’t outrun Father Time, man we all got our turn

Yeah I tried to find forever but I took a wrong turn

Now I’m back to square one, with nowhere to run

I don’t really want an easy fight, just a fair one

But that’s not happening, prolly cause my skin tone

Momma been put me on game, the shit I been on

And I went and passed that down so my kids know

Everybody wanna be a nigga, Mooney told me that

Been a few times that I stepped off the narrow path

Even if I’m slipping, boy, you know I’m always bouncing back

You know that the hate means successful and black

Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns ain’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

Blu said we below the heavens, we ain’t living in hell

But I’ve been blue since Sandra Bland was murdered in jail

And we know black and browns ain’t living as well

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener

All things ain’t pink, bruh

The grass gets greener