colors matter.

my niggas are drenched from head to toe in red.

colors matter.

my moms face is overwhelmed in blue.

colors still matter.

traumatized criminalized minds on green.

colors will matter.

i am still unapologetically black.

colors have always mattered.

my nigga was all red because he said he was a real nigga .

wearing all red in these streets: the streets— i guess the streets is full of some real niggas.

they convinced my niggas that this way was better.

now all my niggas dripped in red with their mommas face wetter.

my moms face is overwhelmed in blue.

colors still matter.

traumatized criminalized minds on green.

colors will matter.

i am still unapologetically black.

colors have always mattered.

mommas face is blue. 

my niggas left everyone blue because they thought it was too soft to say i love you.

people using the blue to excuse the bad they’ve did to you.

a whole project is left blue when the people who raid and kill us are clothed in blue.

traumatized criminalized minds on green.

colors will matter.

i am still unapologetically black.

colors have always mattered.

my niggas minds are on green.

normalizing their brown bodies laying in red stained grass that once was green.

not knowing there’s a pure white hand that’ll stop them from getting the green.

they’ll get arrested on the third time and lose their life for carrying green or maybe even get drenched in red for reaching.

i am still unapologetically black.

colors have always mattered.

i’m unapologetically black.

i’m fighting for anything and everything black.

and yes i root for people just because they are black.

i am proud to be who i am: the very essence of black.

my brothers covered in red.

my moms face drenched in blue.

my niggas minds on green.

i’m unapologetically black.

my colors matter.