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The Cold
3970
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Cold è stato pubblicato il 17 novembre 2016 da Phora LLC come parte dell'album The Cold - Single
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Data di uscita17 novembre 2016
EtichettaPhora LLC
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM98

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Phora
Phora
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skeyez
Skeyez
Producer

Testi

[Verse 1]
It's too cold in my city right now
Way too cold
I just got some shit I gotta get off my chest you know
Look
[Verse 2]
My lil' homie caught a case, he fighting life, dog
Couldn't tell you if it's wrong, if it's right
But angels ain't around here at night, dog
So all we got is devils in our sight
But me, I went from a felon to your favorite rapper
See I'm from a place where **** just don't make it out of
See I'm from a place where if you doing good
Then they're more likely to kill you
'Cause the money what they chasing after
Had a friend lose his life over a twenty sack
With seven shots to his abdomen, ain't no coming back
See I used to run the streets with 'em sipping on forties
But ever since they took his life I been done with that
Now I ain't too proud of my past, but I did what I did
Where I'm from you either getting shot or given a bid
Really ****, we just tryna live
But why it seem like cops getting promoted for killing a kid
It's like God works against us
Why I feel like cops don't protect us
All this anger in my heart
Too young to understand the real reason
Why my pops really left us
The judge gave him seven years
Hoping his cells turns to a grave
Just another minority in a cage
And I know this shit probably won't ever change
But I won't sit around like it's okay
[Verse 3]
I've been looking for a way, ****
I've been looking for a way
Does God even hear me pray, ****
Don't tell me it's gon' be okay
[Verse 4]
Did God even hear my pray when I spoke to him
Does God even feel my pain when I go through it
And do you know what it feels like to put a gun to your head
But ain't nobody saying don't do it
I hit the bottom but I got back on my feet, ****
I wanted peace, I ain't plan on packing a piece, ****
It gets deep, these people want to be street
But there's a difference in being a real **** and a street ****
Pray the Lord forgive me for my sins
Knowing that I'd do it all again
Me I'll never break, I'll never bend, the pressure coming in
But I think it's funny how they judge me
Now knowing 'bout my pain or where I've been
I'm losing all my friends, I don't wanna end up here again
I feel like this cycle never ends, it never really ends
I just got a call, my lil' homie lost his life
And all I'm thinking is revenge
Sipping Henny and taking shots till I can't feel
I mean I still feel the pressure, but I just can't feel
Can't believe what I'm seeing and what I'm hearing man
I'm staring at the new like, homie, this shit just ain't real
I been losing my faith, my friends fading away
And even though I'm not too sure he knows that I exist
I just pray the Lord forgive me for my sins
Written by: Phora
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