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letra de blue eyes - vic mensa

[intro: vic mensa]
imaginin’
nothin’ what i’ll see [?]
never look at me ’cause i’m
i’m imaginin’
in a place
with no insecurities and
i’m finally happy ’cause
i imagine it

[verse 1: vic mensa]
i used to wanna have blue eyes
i used to wanna have blue eyes
it’s like i was livin’ two lives
internalized self-hatred with racism
this society is as american as apple pies
psychologically terrorized
to the point where the mirror could even tell you lies
i would stare at my parents and wonder why my appearance was different, used to wish i was white, would fantasize
kindergarten, labeled r-t-rded, was traumatized
a pipeline has gotten me into homicides
tellin’ me i’m a felony or i’m a disability so the natural progression for me was suicide
i spot into it at only five
either that or the bluest side
identity clash, who am i?
if i could speak to a younger me, i would rewrite my history
and tell me that you’re beautiful ’cause you alive
[chorus: choir & vic mensa]
imaginin’
nothin’ what i’ll see [?] (i used to wanna have blue eyes)
never look at me ’cause i’m (i used to wanna have blue eyes)
i’m imaginin’ (i used to wanna have blue eyes)
in a place (i used to wanna have blue eyes)
with no insecurities and
i’m finally happy ’cause (i used to wanna have blue eyes)
i imagine it (i used to wanna have blue eyes)

[verse 2: vic mensa]
she always wanna have blue eyes
she always wanna have blue eyes
an oxymoron like true lies
fight demons inside you, use a lightning, a cream to hide her complexion, k!llin’ herself from the inside
she couldn’t handle the sunshine
her skin developped a cancer in the enzymes
what she thought was the answer and now threaten to cancer
the melanin that’s protectin’ her, it’s a thin line
it be affectin’ her when her husband died
her inner most insecurities got magnified
african women lost to the shadow of white supremacy
where the lighter your skin it be, it be glorified
generations and centuries we been victimized
started viewin’ ourselves through our oppressors’ eyes
i wrote this verse for my auntie, i sing these words in ashanti
i want you to know that your culture is where you’re power lies
[outro: choir]
could you imagine?
could you imagine me?
could you imagine?
could you imagine me? (yeah, yeah)
(yeah, yeah)
could you imagine? (yeah, uh)
could you imagine me?
could you imagine?
could you imagine? (yeah)
could you imagine me? (yeah, yeah)

- vic mensa

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