Nas - Colors lyrics

He's a kaleidoscope to look in; a black men and white women Sometimes together make exotic looking children But mixed race kids become fixated on separating themselves from the hatred Your grandma on the black side make you slam the station Your grandma on the white side was educated in schools that were segregated; maybe she was racist Maybe you can't, today, school her on some brand new today sh** If I grew up a rich boy, like this boy, this white boy, like you boy, the Christmas toys, the privileged joys I think I'd be less stressed, the whole family at home, the ideal address But he's dealing with self mutilation, dungeons and dragons, Ouija boards, rituals with satan Yeah, we grew up with similar anger