Cold World Songtext
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Cold World Songtext
Justine, 19, just got clean
Fresh out of rehab with self-esteem
She ain′t felt this good in a while
A new lease on life, a vibrant thing, a beautiful smile
Used to run with a circle of friends who were skeleton thin
Sniffed white lines of powerful men
But see, all that's a thing of the past
She got class and be damned if she let herself burn and crash
She ain′t for money so she start from scratch
It's hard workin' for scraps
It take everything she got not to relapse
Locked down a 9 to 5 but after 9 to 5
She gets sexually harassed and chestized
Boss is a married man, she won′t touch him
Frustrated, angry, mad, she won′t fuck him
She's out of a job, a basket case
Lisa came with an eight, two lines to the face
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
He was on his own at a very young age
What he learned from the streets made everything change
See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion
It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin′
I ain't talkin′ paper like Jigga or Dre
It's more like seventy-five hundred, nine ounces of yayo
That's what he said he could get for the flip
They thought the deal was legit but he stuck ′em and split
And deep shit, now his mother work for minimum pay
Live a positive way, she the first one in church every Sunday
Blind to the deeds of her son, he′s a Gatling gun
In the streets stackin' dough for fun
It′s a non-stop search to the hood but can't catch him
They found out where moms stayed and went snappin′
The evil that men do but still we continue
With death and dishonor for the almighty dollar and that's cold
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
He was thirteen, brought up in Baghdad
Ate with his right, made money with his left hand
Prayed to the east five times daily
His mother and father just had a newborn baby
Now here his father was an imam who carried the whip
And built his family on five pillars of faith
Never trippin' off Western ways and mint nada
Pilgrimage to Mecca to circle around Kaaba
Three hundred miles away British troops hit Basra
His cousin waged jihad and died without her
He heard about the buildings on 9/11
And a man named Bush on a search for weapons
Now here come the U.S. to crush Saddam
With eighty-eight thousand tons of missiles and bombs
But his family's too broke to move and find shelter
If they all had to die they would die together and that′s cold
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
Fresh out of rehab with self-esteem
She ain′t felt this good in a while
A new lease on life, a vibrant thing, a beautiful smile
Used to run with a circle of friends who were skeleton thin
Sniffed white lines of powerful men
But see, all that's a thing of the past
She got class and be damned if she let herself burn and crash
She ain′t for money so she start from scratch
It's hard workin' for scraps
It take everything she got not to relapse
Locked down a 9 to 5 but after 9 to 5
She gets sexually harassed and chestized
Boss is a married man, she won′t touch him
Frustrated, angry, mad, she won′t fuck him
She's out of a job, a basket case
Lisa came with an eight, two lines to the face
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
He was on his own at a very young age
What he learned from the streets made everything change
See he came up with hustlers, lost his religion
It's funny how money can make a nigga think he livin′
I ain't talkin′ paper like Jigga or Dre
It's more like seventy-five hundred, nine ounces of yayo
That's what he said he could get for the flip
They thought the deal was legit but he stuck ′em and split
And deep shit, now his mother work for minimum pay
Live a positive way, she the first one in church every Sunday
Blind to the deeds of her son, he′s a Gatling gun
In the streets stackin' dough for fun
It′s a non-stop search to the hood but can't catch him
They found out where moms stayed and went snappin′
The evil that men do but still we continue
With death and dishonor for the almighty dollar and that's cold
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
He was thirteen, brought up in Baghdad
Ate with his right, made money with his left hand
Prayed to the east five times daily
His mother and father just had a newborn baby
Now here his father was an imam who carried the whip
And built his family on five pillars of faith
Never trippin' off Western ways and mint nada
Pilgrimage to Mecca to circle around Kaaba
Three hundred miles away British troops hit Basra
His cousin waged jihad and died without her
He heard about the buildings on 9/11
And a man named Bush on a search for weapons
Now here come the U.S. to crush Saddam
With eighty-eight thousand tons of missiles and bombs
But his family's too broke to move and find shelter
If they all had to die they would die together and that′s cold
It′s a cold, cold world and you know it
To lay you down and take your breath, yeah and you know it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
One of two choices, you can give it up or you can just die with it
Writer(s): Alvin Joiner, David Drew Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
