Golden Zebra Stripes Video (MV)

This is why I don't show my skin when we talk
Show your true colours, I can't guess anymore
Black and white stripes, can't turn to gold when you're poor
But if you ain't authentic, my love goes out the door

Been let down once before, it ain't happening again
But once I shut the door, that's when my happiness will end
And when I break that door, that's when my savageness begins
Now the only ones I trust are family, no friends
Vanity then sends, shivers down my spine like when the breeze turns cold
Those shoulders were turned right when we need them
And awkward, forward I walk just to relieve them
Launching my words like missiles, just to miss them
Insisting, maybe I was meant to be a pawn
If not me, then who else, yeah, I know selfishness can spawn
From leadership, and I know when my benefits are gone
Cause people turn on me, still hurting me but almost with a cause

Consumed with the power to be the captain here
Still without the power to be the better man
I would die before I'm turning on my brother
My gun in my hand, and my Bible in the other

This is why I don't show my skin when we talk
Show your true colours, I can't guess anymore
Black and white stripes, can't turn to gold when you're poor
But if you ain't authentic, my love goes out the door

Say all my hope is gone, maybe there's hope in referring to the weapons drawn
I'll be unarmed, still carrying my sword in my chest but
Still unharmed, what I mean is my heart is my greatest tool
But, see I've grown it off
Now loyalty is toyed with like it's just another story
Floor me, break me down, leave me, and batter me and destroy me
I got dignity because I took the right path
Being backstabbed by you is the best feeling I've ever had
It proves my pride as righteousness, and I might just
Relive the idea of being carried by my light in this
Forsaken jungle of all the pride-less old sons of lions
Whereas I insist, carry my body and leave my soul, I'm glad

Consumed with the power to be the captain here
Still without the power to be the better man
Weapon in hand and a Bible in the other
Still I would die before I'm turning on my brother

This is why I don't show my skin when we talk
Show your true colours, I can't guess anymore
Black and white stripes, can't turn to gold when you're poor
But if you ain't authentic, my love goes out the door