Colour-blind

He bombed my world, without care.
As the pain engulfed my veins,
The poisonous substances diffused into my heart.
He cured me from being colour-blind.

To kill my soul, she would dare,
Telling me that it ain't nothing
Even though it is,
She cured me from being colour-blind

It ain't nothing?
Telling me the only positive thing about me is HIV
Telling me I can’t even afford a nine-inch TV
Telling me the difference between a pair of jeans and I
Is that a pair of jeans has only one fly.
Telling me that the only reason I am fast
Is to run away from cops
Telling me that life ain't meant for me
And that I was meant to hang in a tree

It ain't nothing?
With every door that closes, another one closes harder
Just ‘cause of notions that my lingo’s ‘badder’
The dream of Papa Luther has turned into a nightmare
The Earth cured me from being colour-blind

So what if I can rhyme Obama with yo mama
So what if I’m a good cotton farmer
So what if I always got a hoody
So what if I got a massive booty
So what’s the matter foo
Why can’t I be someone like you