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Wale Ft. Chrisette Michelle - Shades |
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(Wale - Verse 1:) |
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Chip on my shoulda |
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Big enough to feed Cambodia |
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See I never fit into they quotas |
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Sneakers wasn't fittin' and my knees needed lotion |
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Long before I knew the significance of a comb |
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I roam like foam with no vocal reception |
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Immigrant parents had me feeling like a step-kid |
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And black Americans never did accept me |
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That's why I thrive so much winnin' respect, dig |
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I never fit in with them light skins |
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I thought the lighter they was, the better that they life is |
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So I resented them and they resented me |
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Cheated on light skin Dominique, we were 17 |
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I figure I hurt her she'd evidently hurt me |
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And all women who have light features see |
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I never let a light broad hurt me |
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That's why I strike first and the first cut's deep |
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(Chorus: Chrissette Michele) |
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From a light skin girl to a dark skin brotha |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate, toffee, pecan, licorice |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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(Wale - Verse 2:) |
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Just another knotty head nigga |
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Hoping Wes Snipes make my life a bit different |
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In middle school I had the right to be timid |
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I had beautiful words but girls never listened |
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Listen, blacker the berry, sweeter the product |
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Well I'm fruit punch concentrate and they water |
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Walk into my room thinking how to make moves |
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Ain't thinking like a student, but how Ice-T do it |
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Light dudes had the girls looking there |
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Aw yea it's not fair |
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The ones with the good hurr |
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Couldn't adapt to naps I wore caps |
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They napped and slept on me |
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Man I hate black, skin tone |
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I wish I could take it back or rearrange my status |
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Maybe if I was khaki |
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Associating light skin with classy |
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The minstrel show, showed a me that was not me |
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(Chorus: Chrissette Michele) |
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From a light skin girl to a dark skin brotha |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate, toffee, pecan, licorice |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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(Wale - Verse 3:) |
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They say black is beautiful |
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But ask them beautiful light girls if it's black they attract to usually |
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What if Barack's skin was all black? |
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Truthfully would he be a candidate or just a black in community? |
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We as black dudes tend to lack unity |
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And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually |
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Right now at 23 I ain't mad at them reds no more |
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But for long time I had gone cold blind |
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Full of my own insecurity |
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It was holding me |
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Back to reds, I ain't know how to act |
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They would get the cold shoulder |
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And know it was an act, a defense mechanism |
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What I thought that I lacked (confidence) |
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(Chorus: Chrissette Michele) |
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From a light skin girl to a dark skin brotha |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Boy you so beautiful |
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Shade doesn't matter, heart makes the lover |
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Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate, toffee, pecan, licorice |
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Boy you so beautiful |
