Fuchsia
[Verse 1]
I can predict the future
We gon’ all die, but don’t make me choose ya
My skin is black, sexuality is fuchsia
Sounds good, nasty like kombucha
I’m good with me, I like me
The hood took me, didn’t stop me
Shook me, fought me, taught me
Then I graduated highly educated
Under fabricated
Kinda saturated
Stereotypes in stars and stripes
Wide nose, fat lips, watermelon finger, good lookin’ chicken
Big dick, for five asses I’ll be stickin’

[Verse 2]
I was born in a hearse because I’m black first
If this shit was rehearsed, then why this shit gettin’ worse?
I know better, so we gotta do better
Or do I care about you as much as you don’t care about me?
No sugar in my coffee, ‘cause he so mean
How’d he get in between all color scheme?
Fuckin’ with the team
Measured by simple things
Tears keep my face clean
Feelin’ jade green
[Verse 3]
Mother Earth name is Rosie
Pocket so full of posey
So, we closey-wosey
So we do do-si do-si
We shall love her, hug her, fuck her, feed her, treat her like a leader
Become a believer, so when we leave we need to
Say hi, she reply
That story was a lie
You was just as high
As any woman or guy you’re born as [?]
You can be reborn as a faggot nigga scorn ass