Color Blind

Here's another day at the stoplight

I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me

South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test

With four brothers in the SS

Now I can't go around and can't back up

So I gotta peep game layin' in the cut

Is this a jack or a kidnap?

Since I'm never ever slippin', I'm fully strapped

I grab my gat out the glove

Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love?

And when the light turn green, I don't bone out

I wanna see what these black men are all about

'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short

If not, I'm pluggin' they Super Sport

First they get behind my ride

Then they switch lanes to the left side

I'm scopin' out the one smokin' indo

Comin' up fast, rollin' down his window

He threw up a sign, I put away my nine

Fool, 'cause I'm colorblind

Killer Cali', the state where they kill

Over colors 'cause brothers don't know the deal

And they'll cap you, not if they have to

But if they want to, first they might confront you

But every **** on my block can't stop

And he won't stop and he don't stop

Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang

And rookies ain't the only ones that drop

Some say the little Locs is gettin' a little too Loc

And when it come to dust, they kick up the most

Say the wrong words

Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird

Bust a U-turn, come back and get served, ****

For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get

For men, the wrong color outfit can get your mouth split

It's a shame, but it ain't no thing to me

'Cause I sling these things like a G

It's on, it's anybody killer for the summertime

I gotta get another nine even though I'm colorblind

I'm fresh out the county on bail

And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail

For some gang related activity

'Cause every day, different fools try to get with me

For no more than a color or territory

Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story

So what's left?

The judge goes deaf

When you try to tell your side

And you ain't blue-eyed

Boy, you better duck 'cause the book is comin'

So just hand your car keys over to your woman

Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed

And this shit'll drive you crazy if you let it

But now I got time to think

Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink

And I ain't even shed a tear

'Cause believe it or not, they got more love for me here

Now picture that

But on a black and white photograph

'Cause brothers, you don't know the half

On the streets, I was damn near out of my mind

But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind

Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine

I was told to peel a cap on the other side

Yo, young and dumb and full of cum, I'm a baby Loc

I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke

Stable and able, but I'm not ready and willin'

'Cause I'm only thirteen and I ain't never did a killin'

Grabbed the AK and jumped in the G ride

Started up the bucket and headed for the other side

Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip

Hit the five dollar stick and I put in my clip

So I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost

I had my mind set on sendin' **** to Harrison Ross

Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes

Thinkin', "Should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive?"

Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind

I ain't contributin' to genocide

Why?

This sucker's colorblind

**** in the hood ain't changed

And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang

'Cause I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn

Every which way, I get burned

Baby Boo wears blue, Big Fred wears red

Put 'em together, then we color 'em dead

Dead, dying, gettin' smoked's like part of the fun

They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral

I understand how all my homeboys feel

'Cause I've been shot and to this day I pack my steel

'Cause I was born in a certain territory

Where you don't talk, only the streets tell stories

Where blue and red bandanas on the streets

And if you're slippin', you'll be six feet deep

See, me and T-Bone, we pay it no mind

And for the rest of the Mob, we stay colorblind

I thought I could get into caring, but if I started caring, then I would get sloppy