So Cold

Oh, you can't hear me cry, see my dreams all die From where you're standing on your own It's so quiet in here, and I feel so cold This house no longer feels like home They throwing shades, but I stay in the sun, yeah True lies with anxiety on the run Characteristics blinded, the love is gone Even though we far apart, we still ain't done My pen game writing visions they didn't know then Pill kill the brain cells, flesh lust all sin Respect to my OGs a shot for the check in Mind games don't work violate on the West end Glock on left, uh, dagger on the right hand Contemplating decisions arise with the same plan Might go today, so I woke up with the same dream Reaper throwing death schemes but my angels infrared beams Scream loud enough, the pain turns into norm scene Therapeutical, you feel urge you can call me A house full of treasures but your souls so empty A body filled with pleasures, but you stroll all lonely Room so silent you hear the pin drop pronto Music for the sad mind, a hard pill to swallow Screams switching pitches my voice turns soprano Words, metaphors I'm known to have the ammo Oh, you can't hear me cry, see my dreams all die From where you standing on your own It's so quiet in here, and I feel so cold This house no longer feels like home My dreams ain't dead, my dreams ain't dead I said my dreams ain't dead, they slept a while like Jesus Resurrected flame bars for the crowd, I'm genius Mama sent his son, he died in name of allegiance You see world favors the rich who born prestigious Instagram flicks, we're lost in the times of the ages No more love it's the likes with 'em make up faces Young girls getting surgery like we blind to the changes I told my myself gotta strive not matter phases Stare in my eyes, I cry in a timely occasion From where you standing you can tell my stories is endless Feel the grief, the emotions, my sorrows in cages Minorities plead, but they still don't hear our cases Mothers praying to the Lord on a regular basis Play your cards right, but you sure ain't feeling the progress So many decks, but system controlling the aces Yes I know the feeling, the agony suppressed Let it all out, the masses thinking you depressed When you don't think like them, their egos take offense Flipping the pages but the chapters compressing effects Oh, you can't hear me cry, see my dreams all die From where you standing on your own It's so quiet in here, and I feel so cold This house no longer feels like home