Color me Crazy
Color me Real
Color me Aging
Color me Chill
Color my Strive
Color my Truth
Color my Dreams
Color my Youth
Color my Delusion
Color my Sane
Color my Napps
Color my Name
Color my Statistics by number if you will
Color my Integrity
Color my Skill
Color my Status
Color my Heart
Color my Gender
Color my Smarts
Color me Muse
Color me Strange
Color me Love
Color me Change
Color my Crown
Color my Black
Color me Loud
My skins' still Intact
Color my Pride
Color my Tears
Color my Pain
Color my Fears
You're Colored too, yet you Color me
Life is to short to be Coloring
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