Woorden:
The Colour Black Summer

P, living comfortably Come with me, round and some would see why they fuck with me Bentley's pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet Y'all sour me, my summers

I don't know where it came from but it just stuck with us we was always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer

city walls, end of the renaissance, And so the walls where the colours once played, Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey, White washed, shitty, all grey, all black

a monster truck / A full tank and a constant rush. Bliss: I just jump to the front like a track at Daytona / With a super fat 28 pack of crayolas / I colour

Sixty to Zero: She had blue eyes, the colour Of Amarillo skies in summer And when we'd fly Her hair would wrap around me The smell of leather

the night and have fun In the jungle of rules you have found your way What happened was never you fault Nobody ever told you that there are More colours than black

everywhere: "banish the black, burn the blue, and bury the beige! From now on girls..." MAGGIE. Think pink! think pink! when you shop for summer clothes

And tonight the look that branded me Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline Shiny brown skin like the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the

go, summer time is here! You know! The holiday, school is closed! We feel the vibes enuh, Summer time inna Portmore Summer time inna Kingston Summer time inna Country, Summer