Cee One - Rose Colored Gla**es lyrics

[Hook] The world different through your rose colored gla**es A gift and a curse like gold colored ashes I see you thinkin that life is a peach But we stretched out, life is a reach, if ya wanna know [Verse 1] There's beauty in all things, small things Big things, right things, wrong things you see it all It works in your favor when the silver lining In the clouds shines brighter cuz you silver mining Me? I'm civil minded, meaning I'm a cynic Jaded, you can tell by the topics that I'm pennin Boy meets girl, girl likes boy, delusions of grandeur lead to a girl-like boy No father figure so in turn his son'll never be a man No example, so forever he's Peter Pan Lost boys in the hood, cops try to book em But the judge can't Hook em, they mistook him Cuz he fit the description, without his decisions His fate was written regardless of his religion Listed as missin opinions, so politicians don't listen Fallin into the system as a resident of prison, for life [Hook] [Verse 2] There's beauty in all things, small things Big things, right things, wrong things you see it all Many truths are spoken in jest, I might be kidding when I say I'm the best But where's the competition? The state of Hip Hop's been Hurricane Katrina'd And we just out looking for lodging, we'll stay anywhere My n***a said wear these Jays so I look cool f** college, I'll mop to cop many pairs Its ironic, my lord and savior was stoned But I pray doin the same except I put him in gold Car fresh off the lot, no healthcare for junior I'm more caught up in Hip-Hop Blog rumors Life of luxury no education for Cee B Strong I Repper, they replicating how we be Not too many believe, maybe cuz I'm so far ahead of time But still they all trying to be Cee [Hook] [Verse 3] There's beauty in all things, small things Big things, right things, wrong things you see it all They glorify the criminalization of my people Prayin to angels but living with the evils More irony, more tyranny, oops I mean tyranny I hope you people hearin me Seriously, fearing the nearest mirror is smoked up Escaping your fate or you could end up choked up No one to blame, we should hold us Responsible for our actions, wouldn't be mad if it was the gold rush In the midst of all this bread like some cold cuts Not ready, but we s** it up like Goldust These dusty roads leadin people to lose it They talk that gun talk but never have the solution Rich rappers bragging bout they math and movin bricks But why sit on the toilet if you ain't doin sh**? [Hook]