Ice Cube – Color Blind (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)


Niggas in the hood ain’t changed
When you try to tell your side
Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain’t no joke
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I’m right back in jail
And they’ll cap you, not if they have to

Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
I’m fresh outta county on bail
Stable and able but I’m not ready and willing
And you ain’t blue eyed
I’m looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
Some say the little locs are getting a little too loc’ed
And rookies ain’t the only ones that drop
But if they want to, first they might confront you
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
And the shit’ll drive you crazy if you let it
‘Cause if it’s my time, I’m just short
I want to see what these black men are all about
Say the wrong word
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
Fool, ’cause I’m color blind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
And I ain’t even shed a tear
‘Cause I’m colorblind
I grab my gat out the glove
Then they switch lanes to the left side
But now, I got time to think
Put ’em together and we color ’em dead
‘Cause me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
And he won’t stop and he don’t stop
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
Yo, I’m trapped in the plan designed by another side
For the women, it don’t matter how loud they blouse get
With four brothers in the SS

I had my mind set on sending niggas to Harrison Ross
With blue and red bandannas on the street
So what’s left, the judge goes deaf
Coming up fast, rolling down his window
‘Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me
But every nigga on my block can’t stop
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph

Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red

It’s a shame, but it ain’t no thang to me

So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
‘Cause I’m only 13 and I ain’t never did a killing
If not, I’m plugging they Super Sport

I understand how all my homeboys feel
Can’t rehabilitate ’em, that’s the sheriff’s story
And if you slipping, you’ll be six feet deep
Boy you better duck ’cause the book is comin’
For no more than a color, or territory
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
I’m scoping out the one smoking indo
and jumped in the G ride Grabbed the A.K.
Now here’s the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine

I gotta get another nine, even though I’m colorblind

So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Yo, young and dumb, full of come up, a baby loc
And I’ve finally figure out that we’re not in the same gang
I’m colorblind
‘Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Here’s another day at the stoplight
‘Cause I was shot and to this day, I pack my steel
Every which way I get burned baby
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
First they get behind my ride,
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
For some gang related activity
‘Cause brothers, you don’t know the half
I ain’t contributing to genocide (why?)
Caught one from the back and I looked in eyes
‘Cause believe it or not, they got more love for me here
It’s on, is anybody killing for the summertime
Or do they got love?
‘Cause I slang these things like a G
I can’t go around and can’t back up
Since I’m never ever slipping I fully strapped
Because it ain’t no sunshine where you headed

‘Cause I was born in a certain territory
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
Over colors ’cause brothers don’t know the deal
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test

But ever since I’ve been down
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I’m on a creep tip
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Killer Cali, the state where they kill
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
So when the light turns green, I don’t bone out
Where you don’t talk only the streets tell stories
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang