Cold Dayz

These cold days got me in a physical rage
 It's like that from the Stat where I live at
 Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
 My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
 These cold days got me in a physical rage
 It's like that from the Stat where I live at
 Walking through the dark path of this invisible maze
 My life ain't rosy but I roll with it
 I didn't choose this life, this life chose me
 I don't owe the game, the game owes me
 I might know you but you don't know me
 My OG see things you don't see
 Sex, money, and murder on the TV
 It's easy to put out a bullshit CD
 And poison the people's minds for GP
 Destroying what we designed in 3D
 Everybody's yelling recession but I'm selling some weapons
 That'll help you get by without stressing
 Answer one question, you ain't gotta lie
 Are you really willing to die to get by?
 Going through mad shit trying to keep my head high
 Coming to you live from the middle of Bed-Stuy
 Where it's do-or-die homicides and suicides
 Sex, drugs, money, lies, baby you could decide
 I had to do it every day son I couldn't hide
 I couldn't cry but I slipped up a couple times
 Puffing a dime so high we hustled and grind
 Fuck a crew it was just me, my cousin, and I
 We'd catch a couple of vics, swell a couple of eyes
 Take a nigga lunch money then order a pie
 Meet up in the morning at the corner at nine
 Then party and bullshit till a quarter to five
 Yo in this struggle you gotta have street smarts
 That's why we pack metal things for those with sheep hearts
 Deep darks aren't fragmented on these glaciers of ice
 Like an abused pitbull I was ready to be nothing nice
 Alcohol vice, grim slip into a trance
 Shoulder chip getting worse, disperse bullets over a glance
 A true romance, no Christian Slater
 Denounce myself as a Christian, I'm a vicious hater
 No fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mine
 Blue collar scholar with a martyr I dine
 Cheap wine, whiskey and beer
 Dilemma of a scumbag, I'm the apprentice of fear
 Warfare engineer, a [?] of [?]
 Fuck a knife, I got an axe to cut the tension
 I'm the one they mention as a henchman of rap
 So you rhyming is like giving [?] a slap
 In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy rats
 We probably at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies at
 It's a cold world, better get your pea coat
 It's hard to see hope when shorty on their knees like they feeble
 Giving deep throat so she can release dope
 Into her veins, part of the game in the streets though
 All that we know, shoot to kill first
 So fuck an I'll, I still see my nigga Millhurst
 I see his mom grabbing at the casket
 Later that night we riding deep blasting at them bastards
 It's a cycle of madness, I still think they coming for me
 So fuck the cops, the judge, and the jury cause they ain't did nothing for me
 When I was young I'd roll a blunt and crush a forty
 Just to escape the scene of the crime cause it was gory
 You rappers corny, there's nothing to glorify
 I'm horrified by how many brothers left before their time
 And they all speak through me
 That's why I'll always speak truthfully