Jill Scott:
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
Starr: [talking] yo, im from the ghetto... straight up... i won't make it up...
Yo, father forgive
we all tryin to survive where we live
I'd rather feed a homeless take time and talk to their kids
Show em life ain't a walk in the bridge?
Damn it's hard as it is
When i be dreamin
I be talkin to B.I.G.
And my hood it ain't no yellow brick road
You hear the shots (echo)
sneakers hangin from the telephone pole
And my ghetto ain't no rainbow (or pots of gold)
But there was love from the family
When times got cold
I sit and analyze the world from my project roof
I seen the hope in the eyes of a trouble youth
?
A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose
**A motherless child lost in these streets lose**
And the moral of the day: These are rainy days
My man got popped at an early age
His college fund saved up to his early grave
They say the good die young
We're headed for them pearly gates
Jill Scott:
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
Starr: [talking] Staight up, I can see through you man, i know you ain't really like that
They say this love wasn't meant to be
Two people from two different worlds
We wasn't meant to be
It musta been fate you was sent to me
We'll make it through these hard times, eventually
Let's stand and fight
Walk by faith, and not by sight
We're all the same colour when you turn out the lights
I take the sunshine with the pain
Where my {saren?} guards at, thats when it rains
No fridge, kept the food on the window pane
We all breathe the same air, so we all the same
I'm trapped in this ghetto maze tryin to make it out
If you don't know me, don't judge me
What you talkin bout?
A father by the boulevard of the broken dreams
Single mothers, ya'll my heros, ya'll my Queens
To get my moms out the hood thats my hope and dreams
To raise my son to be a soldier by any means
Jill Scott:
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
i see, and i knwo its true, i know, i see em! yeeeaahh .. true colors.. i see baby ...
romanize Korean
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
Starr: [talking] yo, im from the ghetto... straight up... i won't make it up...
Yo, father forgive
we all tryin to survive where we live
I'd rather feed a homeless take time and talk to their kids
Show em life ain't a walk in the bridge?
Damn it's hard as it is
When i be dreamin
I be talkin to B.I.G.
And my hood it ain't no yellow brick road
You hear the shots (echo)
sneakers hangin from the telephone pole
And my ghetto ain't no rainbow (or pots of gold)
But there was love from the family
When times got cold
I sit and analyze the world from my project roof
I seen the hope in the eyes of a trouble youth
?
A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose
**A motherless child lost in these streets lose**
And the moral of the day: These are rainy days
My man got popped at an early age
His college fund saved up to his early grave
They say the good die young
We're headed for them pearly gates
Jill Scott:
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
Starr: [talking] Staight up, I can see through you man, i know you ain't really like that
They say this love wasn't meant to be
Two people from two different worlds
We wasn't meant to be
It musta been fate you was sent to me
We'll make it through these hard times, eventually
Let's stand and fight
Walk by faith, and not by sight
We're all the same colour when you turn out the lights
I take the sunshine with the pain
Where my {saren?} guards at, thats when it rains
No fridge, kept the food on the window pane
We all breathe the same air, so we all the same
I'm trapped in this ghetto maze tryin to make it out
If you don't know me, don't judge me
What you talkin bout?
A father by the boulevard of the broken dreams
Single mothers, ya'll my heros, ya'll my Queens
To get my moms out the hood thats my hope and dreams
To raise my son to be a soldier by any means
Jill Scott:
I see your true colours shinin through, I see your true colors, and that's why i love you (x2)
i see, and i knwo its true, i know, i see em! yeeeaahh .. true colors.. i see baby ...