The Longshots - Cold World, Frozen Tears lyrics
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[Sample:] But what is there... oh for me to do? [Hook: Crayon] Born alone in this cold world Now I'm a grown man I could die or either try to do the best I can To feed my family But its testing my sanity Can't waste my energy Locked inside the penitentiary Slowly I'm falling back The streets got me trapped Hoping the Lord got my back whenever I react [Crayon:] Foolish decisions can land you in prison for the rest of you life That's why I decided to invest in a mic The ghettos at night Are filled with loud echos of fights Two men tussle in a circle Till one pulls out a knife Niggaz is hype to see blood come up Then they sneakers get fucked up Thirsting for blood Similar, to a pitbull in hunger Winter or summer, niggaz locked up Pop up on the block bagging up product Becomes common knowledge to the young ryder Vicious cycle keep turning In this cypher they learning The sex, money and murder Their young eyes observing Stomachs hurting, using plastic bags for curtains Yo its colder than a muhfucka I figure they don't love us We brothers by hunger All we got is each other (unh) You got my back baby I got yours A 38. and a 9 And we ready for war And its on Ready? (I'm ready) 1, 2, 3 GO [Hook: Rock Shabazz] Born alone in this cold world Now I'm a grown man I can die or either try to do the best I can To help survive the struggle But all I see is trouble Tryna remain humble but even a soldier stumbles Sometimes you find death is life and life is death Just figure what's what before you figure out your next step [Rock Shabazz:] Yo! The world's on my shoulders, my stomach and pockets is empty More burdens and problems and troubles the whole world resents me I'm torn and I'm hardened and falling in love with the struggle Inside my mind it's 1929 Besides, each day bleeds onto the next Depressed and stressed, life's a mess what's left to exercise Sleep deprived Up to my neck in debt I strive My intellect'll die Doin dumb shit to survive Eat one meal every two, sleep once every three, days My weary feet Graze these crazy streets Frustrated, irritated, feeling naked like I'm never gonna make it Against the world tryna take it I'm a prodigal child, traveled thousands of miles Eatin once in a while, never grin or a smile I been shitted on, pissed on, ripped off, did wrong And I never begged for a dime Man I'm ready to grind In these Biblical times, is you killing or dyin? [speech] [Rock Shabazz:] Standing by the projects Ears and nose red, fingers stiff and socks wet In the rain... (Rock go home!) Not yet. When it's on I won't condone and I won't forget When I was born my Momma barely even broke a sweat And now it's hard each day I barely make it through the next I'm far from home [Crayon:] Far from home All I got is footprints in the snow Frozen tears on my face Hands numbing from the cold Lord knows really how I feel Rob, steal and even kill to buy Infamil Rather chill but my son keep crying broke And know my patience wearing thin like a bar of soap You know.. [Speech]
