Cold Christmas

I wish I could show you my photo album growin' up... One bedroom apartment, Shit was hard. (Ohhh!! Go on the beat! Go on the beat!) When you drop new songs they relate to All your close friends wanna go and hate you That's when the police wanna go and raid you And all the pretty little bitches wanna date you I'm motivated, me no one else did Apartment seven, that little broke kid Wanted toys, my moms can't afford it My mama's love become more important All I ever did was eat rice and beans I appreciated those types of things Faded pants no designer jeans That's when I said "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!" Maybe I don't wanna be broke Maybe I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor Maybe I don't wanna be sad no more From the things that I see every week at the store I'm sorry if I embarrassed ya I kept complainin' at the register Cuz you never bought them wrestlahs It's like havin' things that's not meant for us Thank you God for bein next to us I know some day you'll start blessin' us I know, that's why you gave me confidence and mama gave me always that extra love Cold Christmas Young boy I was just like you Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas) My father was gone I felt so alone Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.) Tell me oh why (Tell me) Tell me oh why (Just tell me) Tell me oh why (Why?.) We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit...) Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit) Young boy I was just like you, man you had no clue when I told you I had no Christmas My best friend got a new bike New clothes and some new Nikes He kept braggin', I kept smilin' I'm thinkin' "Homie them shoes nice" I never got shit even tho I got good grades My little homie came through with some new J's I guess I gotta thank God it's a new day If you didn't get shit, what would you say? Besides the truth Mama loves me, I know she do She been at work and the rent is due And she has no man, that's dependable That type of shit ain't acceptable My mother still so affectional Besides the fact we got left alone She still raised me respectable She taught me to never go steal Never be a thief, that'll get you killed Gave me advice, that gave me the chills Never had money but I had a hot meal She picked me up from schoo' I was hungry, she made me happy with Mexican food She made the greatest food Mama I'm sorry I called you from jail The feds put on hold so I got no bail Got commissary, don't even worry, imma make it by myself Just pray for me and say you love me and respond to my mail Just pray for me and say you love me, I'm sorry if I fail Cold Christmas Young boy I was just like you Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas) My father was gone I felt so alone Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.) Tell me oh why (Tell me) Tell me oh why (Just tell me) Tell me oh why (Why?.) We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.) Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit.) Young boy I was just like you, man you have no clue when I told you I have no Christmas Cold Christmas It's to my little homies growin' up in watts Hehehe. Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projects Was some times we don't get to value family and shit as much as we should... Too worried to materialistic things and all that bullshit. There's only thing you needa give a fuck about and that's family man Oh yea