Blue looks good on the sky
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
Psychoanalyze try, diagnosing me, why?
My game ain’t knowledge – my game’s fear
But I didn’t have a chance

Then some punk claimin’ they understandin’ me
I’m tellin’ you
If I had a chance like you
It wasn’t your brother that brutally died
I’m tellin’ you
Baby, blue ain’t your color

My life is violent but violence is life
My homeboy got jacked
You see, they hit us then we hit them
It’s so black and white
But darling, it don’t match your eyes
Baby, blue ain’t your color

Madness insanity live in profanity
Well, I’ve had enough to drink
I had a chance like you
I don’t need your assistance, social persistance
Peace is a dream, reality is a knife
Staring at your drink
And turn it ice cold
Red or blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don’t matter

The gangs of L.A. will never die – just multiply
Blue looks good on the sky