Cold Dayz

[Chorus:]These cold days got me in a physical rageIt's like that from the Stat where I live atWalking through the dark path of this invisible mazeMy life ain't rosy but I roll with itThese cold days got me in a physical rageIt's like that from the Stat where I live atWalking through the dark path of this invisible mazeMy life ain't rosy but I roll with it[Verse 1:]I didn't choose this life, this life chose meI don't owe the game, the game owes meI might know you but you don't know meMy OG see things you don't seeSex, money, and murder on the TVIt's easy to put out a bullshit CDAnd poison the people's minds for GPDestroying what we designed in 3DEverybody's yelling recession but I'm selling some weaponsThat'll help you get by without stressingAnswer one question, you ain't gotta lieAre you really willing to die to get by?Going through mad shit trying to keep my head highComing to you live from the middle of Bed-StuyWhere it's do-or-die homicides and suicidesSex, drugs, money, lies, baby you could decideI had to do it every day son I couldn't hideI couldn't cry but I slipped up a couple timesPuffing a dime so high we hustled and grindFuck a crew it was just me, my cousin, and IWe'd catch a couple of vics, swell a couple of eyesTake a nigga lunch money then order a pieMeet up in the morning at the corner at nineThen party and bullshit till a quarter to five[Chorus][Verse 2:]Yo in this struggle you gotta have street smartsThat's why we pack metal things for those with sheep heartsDeep darks aren't fragmented on these glaciers of iceLike an abused pitbull I was ready to be nothing niceAlcohol vice, grim slip into a tranceShoulder chip getting worse, disperse bullets over a glanceA true romance, no Christian SlaterDenounce myself as a Christian, I'm a vicious haterNo fictitious saviour is a neighbour of mineBlue collar scholar with a martyr I dineCheap wine, whiskey and beerDilemma of a scumbag, I'm the apprentice of fearWarfare engineer, a [?] of [?]Fuck a knife, I got an axe to cut the tensionI'm the one they mention as a henchman of rapSo you rhyming is like giving [?] a slap[Chorus][Verse 3:]In the jungle where alley cats and rowdy ratsWe probably at playgrounds where they stash the dead bodies atIt's a cold world, better get your pea coatIt's hard to see hope when shorty on their knees like they feebleGiving deep throat so she can release dopeInto her veins, part of the game in the streets thoughAll that we know, shoot to kill firstSo fuck an I'll verse, I still see my nigga MillhurstI see his mom grabbing at the casketLater that night we riding deep blasting at them bastardsIt's a cycle of madness, I still think they coming for meSo fuck the cops, the judge, and the jury cause they ain't did nothing for meWhen I was young I'd roll a blunt and crush a fortyJust to escape the scene of the crime cause it was goryYou rappers corny, there's nothing to glorifyI'm horrified by how many brothers left before their timeAnd they all speak through meThat's why I'll always speak truthfully[Chorus]