Cold World

I sit alone in the basement Facing, chasing these wicked, demons Got thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semen Havin' her in the bedroom, 9-1-1 'cause I'm not breathin' Feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein' Do I run to the mirror Look at me, and pull the trigger. Hooker said body found dead and gone Well shit, just another dead nigga. My future, lookin weary, hear me Maybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustle Never lay down a bit and tussle Take my life, in one night Now I'm havin' visions Do or die based on decisions Movin crystal sista, mssions But I wanna be and fly away like pigeons I missin my family an all But I just don't know dog 'cause I left another dog in the back yard An he jab wit the left an he hit hard (but I break off) (Chorus) And that's why I stay low 'cause the world's gettin' too cold We yellin it off the "O" 'cause the world's full of bitches (picture this) Cold cold world. They ask why I stay low 'cause the world's gettin too cold We yellin out the "O" 'cause the world's full of bitches It just is Cold cold world Picture two worlds collide Every civilization died Catchin bullet holes You can still hear they mamas crying In every second is the grave laid tight Niggas getting murdered and losin paper and they life These days ain't so bright now This is a message to how shorties gotta pipe down I know we wansta weather crime on the streets We hear the sound of the heat And every round is takin ya six feet I heard the cops killed you last week You got shot tryin to take the phone off the seat Rest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleep God take us by the hands as we right deep No longer seek for the things that weaken the flesh Did we believe and have faith when it bothered us? I understand that we all must return to dust And leave behind everything that our hands have touched God, this world is too much. (chorus) I first took a breather Heard a voice to the 1-9 Nigga tryin tear ma life line Get it back and to ma right man Seeing blood on the sleece and a black nine Please god is it my time? Hold on to what am I face up for Black the night was No light was Willing with the wind blew in Below, with a slug to the moon Open in time with the tomb Looking for the hospital room Feelin kinda dizzy from the blood shed Turn around and heard a thug said I gotta place we can play at Hop to da 99' never get at all red Come out quick before we all dead To the back row Sippin henesey Better get relocated to the ash row Here that nine with the bullet-proof vest go Hottie lets go Pull a chromium free with the vest go Just a little on the testicle Never leaving till the rest go And it's best to know Every dog on a day got a chance to bring Got a chain for the best clothes I wanna die my best slow And even in my death glow Lets have a prayer for the world, the cold one From the old to the small one Just to say that we are one Father listen This world is cold. (chorus)