Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
But colours can kill.
Some wear them to thrill.
Some wear them to get bill.
Rob the liquor store.
Open the door.
Put the green in the bag.
Or I might just stab.
Fuck it.
I'll do it anyway.
Just to look bad.
(hook)
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Wear the wrong colour.
I dare you to.
See how you look.
When you're wearing Blue.
See when the bullets come.
See what you do.
Blue for crips.
Red for blood.
Makes no difference.
They still thugs.
Prey on innocence.
Like salt and slugs.
BANG.
(hook)
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Colours!
I like colours.
Black for the mask.
Green is the aim of the task.
Need a colour just ask.
A colour is a way of making you.
Be us.
Therefore.
Nobody.
Can arrest us.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | July 15, 2009 - 00:02
Hey Pinda, seen a programme recently on the gang (turf) wars in parts of New York; REALLY frightening stuff man - and sad. How or why do people live like that; killing for credit in the gangs eyes. Seemed such a waste.
Guessing this piece is related; good one!
Chris
pinda | July 15, 2009 - 09:49
Yes,waste.It's is horrific stuff.