Cold World, Frozen Tears lyrics

[Sample:]But what is there... oh for me to do?[Hook: Crayon]Born alone in this cold worldNow I'm a grown manI could die or either try to do the best I canTo feed my familyBut its testing my sanityCan't waste my energyLocked inside the penitentiarySlowly I'm falling backThe streets got me trappedHoping the Lord got my back whenever I react[Crayon:]Foolish decisions can land you in prison for the rest of you lifeThat's why I decided to invest in a micThe ghettos at nightAre filled with loud echos of fightsTwo men tussle in a circleTill one pulls out a knifeNiggaz is hype to see blood come upThen they sneakers get fucked upThirsting for bloodSimilar, to a pitbull in hungerWinter or summer, niggaz locked upPop up on the block bagging up productBecomes common knowledge to the young ryderVicious cycle keep turningIn this cypher they learningThe sex, money and murderTheir young eyes observingStomachs hurting, using plastic bags for curtainsYo its colder than a muhfuckaI figure the
y don't love usWe brothers by hungerAll we got is each other (unh)You got my back baby I got yoursA 38. and a 9And we ready for warAnd its onReady? (I'm ready)1, 2, 3 GO[Hook: Rock Shabazz]Born alone in this cold worldNow I'm a grown manI can die or either try to do the best I canTo help survive the struggleBut all I see is troubleTryna remain humble but even a soldier stumblesSometimes you find death is life and life is deathJust figure what's what before you figure out your next step[Rock Shabazz:]Yo!The world's on my shoulders, my stomach and pockets is emptyMore burdens and problems and troubles the whole world resents meI'm torn and I'm hardened and falling in love with the struggleInside my mind it's 1929Besides, each day bleeds onto the nextDepressed and stressed, life's a mess what's left to exerciseSleep deprivedUp to my neck in debt I striveMy intellect'll dieDoin dumb shit to surviveEat one meal every two, sleep once every three, daysMy weary feetGraze these crazy
streetsFrustrated, irritated, feeling naked like I'm never gonna make itAgainst the world tryna take itI'm a prodigal child, traveled thousands of milesEatin once in a while, never grin or a smileI been shitted on, pissed on, ripped off, did wrongAnd I never begged for a dimeMan I'm ready to grindIn these Biblical times, is you killing or dyin?[speech][Rock Shabazz:]Standing by the projectsEars and nose red, fingers stiff and socks wetIn the rain...(Rock go home!)Not yet. When it's on I won't condone and I won't forgetWhen I was born my Momma barely even broke a sweatAnd now it's hard each day I barely make it through the nextI'm far from home[Crayon:]Far from homeAll I got is footprints in the snowFrozen tears on my faceHands numbing from the coldLord knows really how I feelRob, steal and even kill to buy InfamilRather chill but my son keep crying brokeAnd know my patience wearing thin like a bar of soapYou know..[Speech]