letra de sepia - mista & mrs. taylor
sepia by mista & mrs. taylor mista taylor
brown monte carlo, white wall tires, clean as a mug green sh-g rug, buda statue in the corner, beads hanging down the hallway, needle always in the groove spinning motown
memories like, polaroid pictures, grandma was the curator, every wall had faces and stories that told history.. never mind the couches with plastic we couldn’t sit on but the table was blessed we eaten bacon and grits on
this was the 70’s and the 80’s we nappy headed kids surviving off love and old remedies. never knew we was poe
2-3 jobs on the go, mama made it look easy cookin that spam like a pro! this ghetto love was unmistakable, streets made us unbreakable, everything shook around us, but faith made us unshakable. he kept that monte carlo sharp, i watched him wipe it down when he put that thang in park, jesus was an after-thought. that car was like a god to him, mama loved him but she knew he wasn’t good for us. when he shot that gun and bullet whistled pass her head, granddaddy said try that again son i’ll shoot you dead! these are the pictures of my life…
like a polaroid, like a polaroid, snapshot like a polaroid!!
hook
my life, my life, my life, my life!
in black and white snapshots captured the love, joy, and pain sepia stain colors like blood movin through veins and cuts needin them stiches…
new life, new life, new life, new life!
in vivid color, learning to love each other our difference make us stronger, we all bleed the same so stop playin this game, stop chosen to blame!
mrs. taylor
brown skin latina, mi casa es tu casa, familia, wrestlin wit dem outside forces. caught between cultures raised in the o.c. tryin to be myself in this new town..
daddy forgive me for not appreciating all the things you did for us. from the ghetto to the suburbs even language barriers nothin seemed to stop you..
never heard you complain, but i know you had to go through some rain.. you chose to keep ya head up had a strong wife that followed you, i kicked and screamed but now i copy what i saw you do, i thank god for you..
mama was strong caught between two worlds trying to raise these girls, trying to blend in so i attempt again but you not one of them you’re a pretty mexican, that’s what i was hearin!! never knew the damage to my soul runnin from them voices takin back control!!
i love the skin i’m in and i ain’t trying to hide it, but these are the pictures of my life, of my life..
hook
my life, my life, my life, my life!
in black and white snapshots captured the love, joy, and pain sepia stain colors like blood movin through veins and cuts needin them stiches…
new life, new life, new life, new life!
in vivid color, learning to love each other our difference make us stronger, we all bleed the same so stop playin this game, stop chosen to blame!
my life, my life, my life, my life talking bout the pictures of my life, the sepia colors of my life
my life, my life, my life, my life talking bout the pictures of my life, the sepia colors of my life
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