THE COLD Songtext
von Sango

Yeah, woke up to sirens, concrete lullabies, cracks in the ceiling like the pain in my eyes. Mama did her best the weight was too strong, raised on welfare and some rap songs. Pops die I can′t let his name go in vain. I learned to fight young in the heat and the rain. Buses run late but the hunger run deep, dreams buried with the snow don't even sleep. Cold in the D, and I ain′t just talking the weather. Pain in my chest, gotta hold it all together. No hand to guide me, just shadows and prayers. Grew up all alone in a world that don't care. I'm still standing, negative scars and all, trying to climb up a ladder even when it fall
Detroit raised me. Being broke made me, it′s cold in the D. But that′ll never change me. I came from the cold but I'm breaking the chains, turned my struggles into strengths, turned my losses into gains. No father to show me, I became the God, now my son got a boss standing right by his side. The city trying to fold me, left me in a storm, but I rose from the ashes, a legacy was born
I ain′t just surviving, I'm changing the name, breaking all the curses that was running through my veins. I ate up school lunch trays, I wore hand-me-down fits. Teacher said I was smart, I ain′t believe her one bit. Friends got locked, some gone to the grave, everyday a gamble when your life on the pavement
Learn to trust silence, keep my circle tight. Nobody to call just streetlights at night. A fire in my chest and a pen in my hand, writing verses like maps trying to find who I am. Come on, how can I teach the way I learn, had to bump my head. My Pops told me but I did the opposite instead. Everything he said was right but I had to see. Moving wild living crazy till I had this dream. Legit ways doing something that I really love. No more worries for my Mama no more dealing drug
No more playing with these bitches no more in the club. You don't know who really with you till you in the mud. I can tell my partner dealing with some mental health. Ever since the fame came he ain′t been his self. Can't focus on the present thinking about the past. Can't focus on the present trying to chase the bag. Stay focused hope you ain′t living for the cheers, when you in the dark you gonna see who really there Bro tired of the feds, it ain′t been a year. I can't tell them how that feel I ain′t never been. You know it's consequences when you get it in. Will never tell you do it I ain′t never did it. Just me and my bitch in this life of sin. Sacrificing precious time just to feed the kids. Woke up saying I never drink again. This was soda ima ball till we meet again
I got the nine the harder voice like who he think he is. MOB wavy gang nation to the end. Dreams of counting swiss cheese at Genevieves, high end cigar Davidoff got better leaves. On the beach in Belize we feeling the breeze. It was all make believe, we still in them streets
Southeast they playing for keeps. You gotta look both ways you playing them streets. Niggas pulling up with drums ain't playing you beats. Seen so many of my partners cover in sheets
Paper chase we ain′t got the same goals. Long nights and days in the same clothes. As long as the phone ring you know niggas ain't close. If you ain't grinding you know how the saying goes
You don′t eat bitch, you get a cavity from thinking shit is sweet bitch. Got to love the grind like I′m fucking on the freak bitch. And that's the way till I′m dead or I'm seasick