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VIC MENSA – Blue Eyes Lyrics
[Intro: VIC MENSA]
Imagine me
Lovin’ what I see when the mirror look at me, ’cause I
I imagine me
In a place
No insecurities and I’m finally happy ’cause
I imagine me
[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 in 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 retarded, was traumatized
The pipeline had started me into homicides
Tellin’ me I’m a felony or I’m a disability so the natural progression for me was suicide
Aspired to it at only five
Either that or the bluest eye
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]
Imagine me
Lovin’ what I see when the (I used to wanna have blue eyes) mirror look at me ’cause I
I imagine me (I used to wanna have blue eyes, I used to wanna have blue eyes)
In a place
With no insecurities and I’m finally happy ’cause (I used to wanna have blue eyes)
I imagine me
[Verse 2: VIC MENSA]
She always wanna have blue eyes
She always wanna have blue eyes
An oxymoron like true lies
Fightin’ demons inside you, use a lightening, a cream to hide her complexion, killin’ herself from the inside
She couldn’t handle the sunshine
Her skin developped the cancer in the enzymes
What she thought was the answer, had now threatened to cancel the melanin that’s protectin’ her, it’s a thin line
It deeply affected her when her husband died
Her innermost insecurities got magnified
African woman lost to the shadow of white supremacy
Where the lighter your skin would be, it’d be glorified
Generations and centuries we’ve been victimized
Started viewin’ ourselves through our oppressors’ eyes
I wrote this verse for my auntie, I’ll send 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? (Woah, woah)
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, ooh, woah)
