[Intro: Ray Luv]
Microphone check one, microphone check two, yeah
[Verse 1: Ray Luv, En Vogue]
The other R-A-Y, perceived as a criminal or a crook
By the cops but I got more knowledge than a textbook
Look through my neighborhood
See me walking, claim I'm up to no good
On my way to the studio feeling so good
Uh, they pull up fast
It's the Task or the CRASH with a helluva lotta questions to ask
Why must I always be harassed? What a drag
'Cause my pants sag they wanna send me home in a body bag
Little do they know I'm making ends
And reinvesting money inside of my community and helping friends
But prejudice comes in all forms
If I got a fade with no braids or no dreads in my head then I'm norm
You're always so quick to say I'll see your kind
Much rather En Vogue with Luv shouting "free your mind"
(Free your mind)
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2: En Vogue]
I wear tight clothing, high-heeled shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no, no
I like rap music, wear hip-hop clothes
That doesn't mean that I'm out sellin' dope, no, no, no
Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn't mean there's another blood in my heir, yeah, yeah
I might date another race or color
It doesn't mean I don't like my strong black brothers
Microphone check one, microphone check two, yeah
[Verse 1: Ray Luv, En Vogue]
The other R-A-Y, perceived as a criminal or a crook
By the cops but I got more knowledge than a textbook
Look through my neighborhood
See me walking, claim I'm up to no good
On my way to the studio feeling so good
Uh, they pull up fast
It's the Task or the CRASH with a helluva lotta questions to ask
Why must I always be harassed? What a drag
'Cause my pants sag they wanna send me home in a body bag
Little do they know I'm making ends
And reinvesting money inside of my community and helping friends
But prejudice comes in all forms
If I got a fade with no braids or no dreads in my head then I'm norm
You're always so quick to say I'll see your kind
Much rather En Vogue with Luv shouting "free your mind"
(Free your mind)
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2: En Vogue]
I wear tight clothing, high-heeled shoes
It doesn't mean that I'm a prostitute, no, no
I like rap music, wear hip-hop clothes
That doesn't mean that I'm out sellin' dope, no, no, no
Oh my forgive me for having straight hair, no
It doesn't mean there's another blood in my heir, yeah, yeah
I might date another race or color
It doesn't mean I don't like my strong black brothers
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