Cold World
King Isadore the Thinker
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Somewhere off a highway exit In the chi It's a ten year old begging for change My nigga, why Is their third world living In a billion dollar city Five major sports teams And the public schools are shitty Pity that privilege pisses on poverty On the daily Born poor and they eyeball us awkwardly Like we lazy I repeat a fucking a ten year old Was begging for change At a red light I watched him go from lane to lane I can't explain the sorrow That took ahold of my spirit Does he believe tomorrow Everything can be splendid All his pain can be ended Does he have faith that the niggas That he's hanging with Can be the next future inventors Or does he just see just the image That he'll be dead or in prison In the feds With a sentence Surrounded by dreads with addictions This ran thru my head while I'm sitting Watching cars ignore the youngin All I could do is crack my window And let him hold a little something It ain't glamorous It ain't safe It ain't compassionate It is hate No, ghetto is not an adjective It's a place It ain't glamorous It ain't safe It ain't compassionate It is hate No, ghetto is not an adjective It's a place After work Tawanna hops inside her Honda Turns on Jill Scott as she leaves to get her daughter Feeling a little hot as she bends around the corner Caught up in her thoughts the stop sign She straight ignored it Avoided a near collision Let's focus on the mission Daycare then back home safe With her princess Pull up at the daycare Babies crying and whining Not her little princess she's sitting in silence Sleepy steady nodding Peaceful with baby problems Strapped up in the car seat Safe with her baby bottle Across the street Tawanna notices Two ladies arguing Push shove punch kick Now they out here squabbing Aye yo yall need to stop that shit Screamed a Good Samaritan Who stopped from jogging To get involved and step between the chicks As Tawanna puts her car in gear The sound nobody wants to hear Gun shots pow, pow, pow Tawanna ducks in fear Then reaches in the backseat To check her princess Pivots her body around fastly Her full attention Quickly accessing vitals These psychos Shot with no conscience Her princess is unharmed Now mom is weighing her options Go check to see who's shot And be a witness Or get her daughter home safe With the quickness Tawanna cant risk this Aint suspicious Minds her business Fires her engine Then slides off with her princess Can you blame her It's a cold world It ain't glamorous It ain't safe It ain't compassionate It is hate No, ghetto is not an adjective It's a place It ain't glamorous It ain't safe It ain't compassionate It is hate No, ghetto is not an adjective It's a place
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