Color Blind

Ice Cube


publisher: ©EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: O'Shea Jackson, Joseph Modeliste, Arthur Neville, Leo Nocentelli, George Joseph Jr. Porter, William L. Calhoun, Dasean Laron Cooper, Corey Dean Lloyd, Roger Mcbride, Craig Antoine Miller
album: Track 17 in album Death Certificate
release date: 1991-10-29
popularity : 9 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Conscious
length: 4:30
producer: Ice Cube and Boogiemen

Album Information

label: Priority Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 049925715521
script: Latin

Cover Art

Ice Cube Death Certificate cover art


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[Ice Cube]
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
With four brothers in the SS
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Since I'm never ever slipping I fully strapped
Now, do these fools got a problem with me?
So when the light turns green, I don't bone out
'Cause if it's my time, I'm just short
First they get behind my ride,
I'm scoping out the one smoking indo
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine

Killer Cali, the state where they kill
And they'll cap you, not if they have to
But every ***** on my block can't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
Some say the little locs are getting a little too loc'ed
Say the wrong word
Bust a you-turn, come back and get served *****
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
'Cause I slang these things like a G
I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind
And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail
'Cause everyday, different fools try to get with me
Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
When you try to tell your side
Boy you better duck 'cause the book is comin'
Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed
But now, I got time to think
And I ain't even shed a tear
Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
I'm colorblind
I was told to peel a cap on the other side
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
'Cause I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killing
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
Hit the 5 dollar stick and then I put in my clip
I had my mind set on sending *****s to Harrison Ross
Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive

I ain't contributing to genocide (why?)

*****s in the hood ain't changed
'Cause, I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red
Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun

I understand how all my homeboys feel
'Cause I was born in a certain territory
With blue and red bandannas on the street
'Cause me and T-bone, we pay it no mind


Track Listing

CD 1
  • 1 The Funeral
  • 2 The Wrong Nigga to Fuck Wit
  • 3 My Summer Vacation
  • 4 Steady Mobbin’
  • 5 Robin Lench
  • 6 Givin’ Up the Nappy Dug Out
  • 7 Look Who’s Burnin’
  • 8 A Bird in the Hand
  • 9 Man’s Best Friend
  • 10 Alive on Arrival
  • 11 Death
  • 12 The Birth
  • 13 I Wanna Kill Sam
  • 14 Horny Lil’ Devil
  • 15 Black Korea
  • 16 True to the Game
  • 17 Color Blind
  • 18 Doing Dumb Shit
  • 19 Us
  • 20 No Vaseline