Color Me Badd

Uh, this that uh

I should've sought for therapy, but instead I'm rapping on a beat cause

It is what is, uh

They trampled their boundaries then tap danced on my tomb

Now the skeleton black hand just dug out in the gloom

Don't ask what cause the craters on the bright moon

I don't look for the stars, playa, when I shoot

I'm a multifaceted prism projecting in the night sky

A nice guy reciting reflective chapters of wisdom

A hyped child neglected but never submissive

In Sha Allah, selling records that he's written