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  • Song Lyrics » F » Fredro Starr » Theme From 'save The Last Dance' Lyrics
    [chorus]
    I see your true color, shining through
    I see your true color, an' that's why i love you
    I see your true color, shining through
    I see your true color, an' that's why i love you

    [verse 1]
    Yo, father forgive, we all tryin to survive where we live
    I'd rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids
    Show 'em life ain't no walk on the bridge
    Damn as hard as it is, when i be dreamin i be talkin to b.i.g
    In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo
    Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
    In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
    But tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold
    I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof
    An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth
    A good kid, i kept this burna in dis motha goose
    A motherless child,lost in these streets loose
    In the waterworlds away these are rainy days
    My man got poped at an early age
    These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave
    They say the good die young, we're headed for dem early gates

    Chorus

    [verse 2]
    Yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be
    2 people from 2 different worlds,we wasnt meant to be
    It musta been fate you were sent to me
    We'll make it through these hard tymes,eventually
    Tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight
    We're all tha same color when you turn off tha lights
    I take tha sunshine with tha pain
    Wear my saraguards sad,dats when it rains
    No fridge,kept tha food on tha window payne
    We all breathe tha same air so we all tha same
    Im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out
    If you dont know me dont judge me,wuthcu talkin bout
    Im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams
    Single mothas yall my heroes,yall my queens
    To get my moms out tha hood,thats my hope n dreams
    To raise my son to be a soldier by any means

    Chorus to fade