Color Grade Agape by Alert312 Lyrics
[Hook: Boogalu]
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
[Verse 1: Boogalu]
A story rarely told, but one that used to haunt me
Since I figured I was odd being out the main color
The creed of my hood, just a mixed bag
Half here, half Bolivian through a loyal dad
Mama from the south but turned Chicago
So I ditched that
Tryin' to reconcile who I was
In a city known for raised flags
Black called me black, so I felt that
White on flight, so I hated that
Called "spic," but never spic enough
So I fought the ignorance, {blow 'em love?}
Who could cage it up
Put your rage on the {?}
Gravitated to my father's roots
Dreamed of being other dudes
Full blood and fully cool with who they was
Speaking native tongues for fun
Drums got me buzzed but
Reconnectin' to my roots still left me undone
'Cause I never measured up to that mirror that I hung
[Hook: Boogalu]
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Different tongues, different minds
Interior design
It's all good, it's all fine
Color grade agape {?}
[Verse 2: Boogalu]
Fantasies, fortune, females, and the game
They used to call my name
From lies tape decks played
While the burners on the train tracks baited my dreams
Pops told me who I was, but I was purely to blame
Still, hip-hop seemed to fit
Seemed to welcome me in
Just a hood full of misfits
{Fittin' like kin?}
But competition was itchin'
The glue to which our friendship was hinged
Comparison to other men, yeah, call me again
But if I wasn't that man
My purpose and my core gettin' questioned again
Just wonderin' who I was in performance, {a conformer?}
Didn't book me again, {weren't?} no rest to my soul
Or what completed my {whole?}
Looked in the mirror, felt inferior
The exterior showed like another day {it called me?}
Gott hustle {to pull?}
Spirit of fear interferin' to the true gospel
And applause, good or bad, never answered my soul
Of who I was, who I am
Of who I was, who I am
Of who I was, who I am
[Hook: Boogalu]
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Different tongues, different minds
Interior design
It's all good, it's all fine
Color grade agape {?}
[Outro: Boogalu]
Color {buys?} infinite love, I've been loved
Colored by agape, adopted like sons
Knowin' who we are, who we 'bout to become
Color-grade agape, the image of love
Color-grade agape, the image of sons
Sons, daughters made new in the Son
Made new in the Son
Made new in the Son
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
[Verse 1: Boogalu]
A story rarely told, but one that used to haunt me
Since I figured I was odd being out the main color
The creed of my hood, just a mixed bag
Half here, half Bolivian through a loyal dad
Mama from the south but turned Chicago
So I ditched that
Tryin' to reconcile who I was
In a city known for raised flags
Black called me black, so I felt that
White on flight, so I hated that
Called "spic," but never spic enough
So I fought the ignorance, {blow 'em love?}
Who could cage it up
Put your rage on the {?}
Gravitated to my father's roots
Dreamed of being other dudes
Full blood and fully cool with who they was
Speaking native tongues for fun
Drums got me buzzed but
Reconnectin' to my roots still left me undone
'Cause I never measured up to that mirror that I hung
[Hook: Boogalu]
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Different tongues, different minds
Interior design
It's all good, it's all fine
Color grade agape {?}
[Verse 2: Boogalu]
Fantasies, fortune, females, and the game
They used to call my name
From lies tape decks played
While the burners on the train tracks baited my dreams
Pops told me who I was, but I was purely to blame
Still, hip-hop seemed to fit
Seemed to welcome me in
Just a hood full of misfits
{Fittin' like kin?}
But competition was itchin'
The glue to which our friendship was hinged
Comparison to other men, yeah, call me again
But if I wasn't that man
My purpose and my core gettin' questioned again
Just wonderin' who I was in performance, {a conformer?}
Didn't book me again, {weren't?} no rest to my soul
Or what completed my {whole?}
Looked in the mirror, felt inferior
The exterior showed like another day {it called me?}
Gott hustle {to pull?}
Spirit of fear interferin' to the true gospel
And applause, good or bad, never answered my soul
Of who I was, who I am
Of who I was, who I am
Of who I was, who I am
[Hook: Boogalu]
Brown skin, blue eyes
Exterior design
White skin, green eyes
Do we know where image lies?
Different tongues, different minds
Interior design
It's all good, it's all fine
Color grade agape {?}
[Outro: Boogalu]
Color {buys?} infinite love, I've been loved
Colored by agape, adopted like sons
Knowin' who we are, who we 'bout to become
Color-grade agape, the image of love
Color-grade agape, the image of sons
Sons, daughters made new in the Son
Made new in the Son
Made new in the Son