Cold - Raz Simone

These days, sex is like a handshake

We thought we had it down, but the plans changed

I remember saving myself, for marriage but a few notches just came on this belt

(Oh oh…)

Me inside of a woman

When I leave I take a piece of her soul

I try to hold on cause I don’t like letting mine go

But in this fast life, nothing moves slow

So we honor a few principles

With loyalty to only a few individuals

People are surprised when pastors are more hypocritical

Than your average criminal

I’m just trying not to freeze up in the cold

Weaving in the snow, the battlefield of connected souls

The weapons we hold, will pierce the flesh to the bone

The methods I’ve chose, will make a house less of a home

Fast fixes, our families turn the microwave on

We like to play God

But take on too long of a case load

Then we pray LORD

Behind the bars of a jail owned

By men who’d rather see us oppressed till we have frail souls -Than sell hope

They stick it to us like velcro

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The way they be doing my kind

They say I’m too

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The way I be living my life

They say I’m too

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From the shit that I’ve seen

What I’ve been thru, just living my dreams

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The way I be feeling sometimes

I be feeling too

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Word, that’s what a brother be tripping on

I would say fuck bitches

But that’s a different song

If you getting money, we can get along

Did I do right by all the women who did me wrong?

They blaming the poisons that they be sipping on

Like that vodka cran last night was way too stiff and strong

Bending laws, that’s why I was hanging all on that nigga’s arm

Cold

Reverse-osmosis-menopause

Do you think it’s okay to lie because you’ve been lied to?

Or to play your man because your last lover two-timed you?

Hurting people hurt, and lies are like the flu

Deception is contagious and who really likes the truth?

Check your Santa Claus, your parents even lied to you

For no apparent reason, your parents even two-timed you, too

And that’s not something that I would do

I told my son Santa Claus was fake and he said, «you're lyin' dude.»

Never trust a man without a watch

Watch out for a woman without a job

Lack luster, lack purpose, lack structure

Back busters, looking like leeches with crutches

These days, I be pointing 'em out

Taking the right at the fork in the road while they go south

They try to make me re-route

They wonder why I be out of the way

And wonder why I don’t answer my phone for a thousand days

Look my brother, I’m just trying to get up out this maze

And figure out some things, plus I got amounts of rage

That shouldn’t be let out this cage

Unless it’s from my mouth to page

I’m about some change, you’re about some change

I’m about to change my number and get up out the states

Pull out the calamari, and pull out the steaks

Order everything on the page and leave without a taste

And listen as the stories perspire about me from out their veins