Winter

Living life agoraphobic in a fucking cage

Losing feeling in my hands for a slavery wage

It's like a battle with Sub Zero this fucking trek

Without the flamethrowers, the shield or the fucking TEC

I need albuterol, the temperatures are negative

I'm havin' asthma, I got no fucking breathes to give

To get me through this time I'll need some fuckin' medicine

I'll take some Prednizone and plenty of the sedatives

I need some Valium, some Ativan or Luminal

Or I'll just party with the Molly or the Adderall

And if my thermostat stays broken for another day

I'll call an arsonist to set my landlord's house ablaze

And while he cries I'll get the hot dogs and the skewer

Have a party, get the pizza, call the turtles from the sewer

And I'm sure that June or July is purer

Than any snow in December shit is nasty like manure

Snow glistens in the sun till the dusk strikes

Thugs reppin' in the streets till the frost bite

Sets in leaving both legs amputated

Snow runs red with blood from the gun fight

Got motherfuckers slanging snow in the snow

And they posted with the chrome even though it's 40 below

And it's hard to run from cops when you can't feel your toes

Chest hurting like I'm dying from an overdose

And this shit gets old, fuck catching a cold

Try and take my parking spot your fuckin' nose will get broke

I can see my own breath like I was taken a toke

And just to be a little warm you got to put on a coat

Better triple the pants cuz we got knee high snow

This the type of shit that'll make you wish you can float

And this cold ass air got me wanting to choke

'Tis the season for killin' cuz the weather's no joke

And I'm losing my mind but never lettin' it go

So I'm gonna put my motherfuckin' soul on the flow

Man trying to get warm is like cracking a code

Slipping on the ice you bust your fuckin' head on the floor

I paint a vivid fuckin' picture of Chicago streets

They lined with icicles and busted living room seats

Cats freezin' in cardboard boxes, no heat

Countless victims die every winter in the fuckin' streets

Shots fired, man down, you hear that fuckin' sound?

O degrees and thugs still steady bustin' rounds

Potholes and dibs, no parking, stranded at your crib

Depression from reflection at all the shit you seen and did

This the season got you contemplating suicide

Being stuck inside, 5pm it's dark outside

There ain't shit to do and every month is crazy slow

I gained 20 pounds because my broke ass got nowhere to go

Move a milk crate, you'll get your fuckin' tires slashed

They pull that shit in March they'll get their fuckin windows smashed

Shit like Norway, Antarctica, some arctic shit

We ain't Darkthrone, this Infamous I'm sick of it