Cold world (feat. Tasha Catour)

We live in a cold, cold world [x4]

These folks is killing for less money than they can borrow

Create annual sorrow for families left feeling hollow

Then the son of a gun victim fleshing out his anger

Coloring cartoons of strangers who getting strangled

And the daughter let a stranger, the school call him a counselor

Do some dirty things, but he promise that he would counsel her

Baby momma can't identify the man that killed him

It's the same low down dealer that she always get her pills from

And the son is getting older, streets is making him colder

But his momma's out cold, cause she ain't never quite sober

His sister's 15, but you probably think that she grown up

'Cause she was with some men, acting way too grown up

And don't nobody care though, the schools ain't teaching

McDonalds selling poison, got people working for cheap and

The military, drug's, or prison only way to eat, man

It's cold in the streets, let the track bring the heat in

We live in a cold, cold world [x4]

This world's cold like no clothes and snow blown

Like when the devil take the breath out of a baby's nose

And the people won't hear more metaphors and word-play

My sister's sick of stripping, she need hope up in my words, man

She pull up to the mall where she valet her little Mercedes

Wishing she had some romance, healthy family, couple babies

And the gentleman she love, he already got a wife

So she's accepting her plight, she's a lady of the night.

And she saw 'em in the park with his daughter, they holding hands

Arm around his woman's shoulder, he ain't give her not a glance

She accepts her sad reality, she doesn't stand a chance,

One woman gets the man, the other woman gets the dance.

It's a cold world, real cold world

Jermaine called that thing, man where is we going turn

A lot of people thinking I'm on an hopeless endeavor, nah

I know someone who can change the weather forever, ever

We live in a cold, cold world [x4]