Cold Shoulder

I express lyrics in ways that you can relate to

How would you feel if someone

Said in your face that they hate you?

I got it daily- stuff to rarely smile over

Get in my shoes, this is shit you walk a mile over

Record labels don’t want me- they’re my family

I’m angry cuz I don’t think people can understand me

I don’t want a hand out, just wanna stand out

Get this cash fast, some paper to help my man out

Might’ve heard my demo and fell in love with the punch lines

This is real rap, talking about the crunch time

That happens when you’re the one that is standing between

You and your dreams of cream and being in magazines

And when it seems like things just can’t go any worse

Don’t stop cuz you’ll never know how close you were

To being on the billboard charts, it’s all over

You gave up your soul and the goal to the cold shoulder

A cold wind is blowing and I know it

Cuz I’ve had a cold shoulder all of my life

So stop giving the cold shoulders

How am I supposed to write without an inspiration?

Dedicating this to those facing situations

Create frustrations, making you all complacent

Living in a basement, awaiting the payments

Living check to check has got me in my room pacing

Gotta bust my ass or else I’m on the pavement

I know I can make it if I work hard enough

Try hard enough, push, kick and strive hard enough

I write lyrics every day and respond to my fan mail

Running with my momentum and don’t ever stand there

My shot came here fast but it can go even faster

That means I have to grab ahold of the dream that I’m after

A dream deferred is not in my literature

I’m a little bit more mature, more competent with words

They can say men can move mountains- I’ma start with a boulder

Holding the weight of the world on my cold shoulders

A cold wind is blowing and I know it

Cuz I’ve had a cold shoulder all of my life

So stop giving the cold shoulders

Freedom of thought, bleeding, feeding all of the chaos

Reading your palm, meeting dead and gone in a séance

Taking crayons, writing messages and confessions

My mind is being read; my brain waves can be detected

To get inside my head is the job of a new detective

I must be a deviant who’s needing to be corrected

It’s ineffective, thinking the thoughts of the masses

They were clearly brainwashed, their thoughts not so reactive

My actions are all acting, so I look interactive

However I’m held captive, feeling like I’ve been trapped in

A brand new world where the struggle has got me covered

Feeling pretty troubled from watching big brother

And my doublethink is on the brink of extinction

With thoughts that sink in, have you started thinking?

About your life changing as you get older?

Have a warm heart but keep the cold shoulder

A cold wind is blowing and I know it

Cuz I’ve had a cold shoulder all of my life

So stop giving the cold shoulders