Verse 1 - Bobby Woody
We living in different colors.
Pieces of a bigger picture
I'm young and I gotta get it.
They preach that to us like it's a scripture
feelin like I'm back in first grade.
Rainbows, but the pot of gold is fake.
Roy G. Biv got the lucky charms.
I'mma share it with the homies in open arms
Red. Orange. Yellow. Black Purple. Green. Turquoise.
Don't wear the wrong color. don't want you to get hurt, boy.
I'm really not a fan of the violence.
Same violence that got Malcolm X silenced and exiled Napoleon to that island.
I landed on a nice violet.
Rolling through a flower bed just tryna close my eyelids.
I wonder what a rainbow looks like. Is that diversity?
Don't want to be a poster child for the brochure of my university.
Reminiscing times from when my mom's car was burgundy.
Back when yo skin tone wasn't the only thing to irk the beef.
Ya mom ain't love you if your crayon was RoseArt
Or maybe in this world she had a bad start.
maybe made a baby with a nigga w/ a bad heart
and making up alone for the fact that you a bastard.
That's ard. The painting can't be what it seems.
He's a richer shade of blue. She's a brighter hue of green.
The art was cool for a sec, but one white stroke came in between
The loveliest of textures only Ronald Reagan had forseen
Colorless crayolas dick riding the wave?
I'm tryna Alan Free you niggas acting like New Slaves
Put a 64-color box on a new hey day.
Then put that pic up on my fridge like "mama Look what I made"
I'm saying

Hook
Everybody Do the Crayon

Verse 2 - Weswill
Different shades of colors.
We can thank our mothers.
We can thank our fathers,
But I don't even bother.
They say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.
I ain't have that mentality during my youth.
Everybody gotta fellowship. Just for the culture and not for the hell of it. Man I'm enjoying every drop of melanin specially when I see something I can settle with.
Skin tone, black cherry.
The police a pull you over for the shade of ya pigment and that's scary
They witness this rap but not this college degree.
First nigga pulled out the whip and question Its probably me.
Pull out the guns and claim protection so I better not flee.
Cause I fit the description of niggas at robbery scenes.
Flowin. Goin through motions.
daily devotions.
with my old friends.
Constantly thinking and wondering when am I gon win
Heart Blacker than Bernie Mac. There was no turning back when I was bullied
And I don't blame my guidance counselors they ain't Understand me fully
My mama screaming black boy fly.
And She know they tryna clips my wings.
My daddy screaming why oh why
Cause he know did not raise this king. (x2)