Tonart: C minor
Verse 1
Am
Wanna make the people feel something
G
C
Dm
But if I can't speak the truth,
C
Dm
don't feel nothing
I gotta speak my mind
Em
It's a lot on my mind
Am
Em
Dm
Scared of what I'll say next I'm
Am
just waiting for the same text
Cause the real is just too real
G
C
They don't care how I feel
Am
Dm
I'm a brown boy livin' in a white world
Little shame to my brown skin
Not brown enough,
Em
but too brown can't win
They don't even have to
Am
Dm
It's what they do and that's
the same thing
Dirty lips at the airport
C
G
Cause I'm lookin' like a
Am
Who even cares what I look like?
Dm
Am
They care, they care
G
Am
Em
Am
It's not fair, it's not fair
Express slangs,
G
C
express ways about the feeling about me
Dm
I'm good enough but not good
Am
enough to say anything
G
Dm
My opinion matters only if it's just about me,
They just want me to sing
G
They don't wanna hear a thing
C
They don't know anything
Am
Dm
They just want me to sing
Am
C
Dm
Am
But I'm more than that,
C
Am
I'm more than that
Em
Am
G
Am
I'm more
I am the color
Dm
Am
G
Am
I am, I am, I am
You are the color
Dm
Am
G
Am
You are, you are, you are
We the color
Dm
Am
Yeah
G
F
I am the color of you
Em
Dm
You are the color of me
C
Em
Hey, yeah
G
F
I am the color of you
Chains are now broken,
Am
G
F
praise to the young boy
Am
Blessed to have my grandmother's
G
F
blood and this golden skin
Am
I used to try to keep up,
G
F
all time I've been more than enough
Am
G
More than enough
F
For every hand that you've dealt us,
Am
put it up an d say that you help us
G
F
We build from the ground up, oh thank
God that you found us
Am
G
So you can surround us, oh
F
Put them up, put them up high,
Am
G
them come busting through in the night.
F
It's going down, down, down.
Am
That's how we keep our head
G
Am
up in the clouds, oh yeah.
I am the color.
Dm
G
Dm
You are, you are, you are.
I am the color.
G
We are, we are, we are.
We are the color.
You are, yeah.
G
F
Say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
are the gun
C
Said, don't you know that you are
Em
A
Em
You are the gun
Am
Uh, I was born and raised in
A -Town
Out of
Am
And I put up for my city, though
C
Same city haters cause our face brown
same city love me cause the flow
was the coldest
Am
And it's so sick, I spread the
COVID
Am
C
And the cops lock me up because my nose big I'm
Am
from the east side streets, through the
Am
concrete I grew like a rose did
The
Pacific
And I own shit before
C
you knew what a boat is
Am
I am the color of the truth
and you know this
On my shoulders,
the future hope has been
bestowed
I'ma go in and take back
Am
C
everything that was stolen
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