Watsky, Catch Wreck - Color Lines lyrics

Your first rap show posted in the back row
Of a sea of white kids
Bent on supermanning that ho
Pretty soon you're buying fitted
Hats and high tops
Pretending that you're black enough and
Rapping with the lights off
It's like a cyclops with one closed eye
You can tell me that you're winking
But the grin won't lie
And no mouth supplies
What your skin tone hides
About a thousand miles south as
The jim crow flies
And then we're playing he said she said
I see red when I peep
A pink cheeked boston meathead
I wanna go Bruce Lee
When I see him on the T taking up two seats
And say, "excuse me
But would you move if hell froze?"
You know the subway is
The underground railroad
Lynch trees have the same white limbs
Check out my arms, I look just like him

Let's you and I get one thing straight
The game never been equal
Ain't no food on my plate
I gave birth to this and you just
Took it and co-opted it and profited
And packaged it and wouldn't give
Me half of it
Peep how I master this and break
Down how you took it all
Raped the culture and you
Standing there looking all
Innocent, take a mile when I give and inch
And how you getting rich
Is it a coincidence?
Or is it ignorance? You don't
Know your own privilege
You own riches and don't
Know what homeless is you got a lot to learn
Before you even think about hip hop
Black culture and which fitted you pickin out
Play Nigga in the store, I don’t think so bro
My people ain't supportin your
Black history show so stop what you doing we
Won't take it anymore
Before you come in my house wipe
Ya feet at the door

I see the color lines
It's tough that every other
Time a brother rhymes
White mothers think of gutter crimes
We keep our standard higher
We don't kick lower rhymes
Other times it undermines the fact
The mine are over minds

All you gotta do is get past the guilt
We ain't living in a house that master built
If you overstand that
Tell your people what you know
Because one of em got enough money
To pay back what you owe

Yes, My great grands had land, had slaves
I guess I pressed this record
Off the bank he made
But, I want independance
Past the declaration
But one down ass white boy
Can't pay for reparations

I'm running out of patience while you
Do the work of Satan
Like an impulse edu Leedz
Black history's an insult

Number one, I'm not trying to tell your story
I just want to sit on my porch
Drink a forty and spit
Number two, cause uou can smell bullshit
I just love hip hop pinkie swear that's it

If you love hip hop respect it
That includes the people who created it
And paved the way for this
So that you're making it

Well if you're talking on who's making it
I'll play devil's advocate
A lot of black music has
White dollars backing it
Kweli's got it on lock
Rupert Murdoch funded Rawkus
You looking for the keys
Then you better check the pockets

I'll be checking pockets all right
As soon as it gets dark and all night
I'mma get my money we can all fight

You taking out the high and the mighty
And their kids you say kill whitey
I say can I live? You're not black militant
Killing us diligent grab my fam
And grandma and light us up like a filament
I thought we were cool now I'm
This close to giving in
Just put a bullet in for
Each missed dose of Ritalin