Bitter cold night, shit better go right
Pulling up the hood, living rough not enough
So I stamp and I huff in my hand blow a puff
Enough to get warm, dog, just not too much
Cold hands make a slow draw, beat banging is so hard
Feel it in my heart man, I feel it in my bones
I feel like I can go hard, across the fakes a star is born
And across the states man I was torn
Nah, I'm agnostic well-read feel exhausted
Ghetto life is caustic, look at all it costed
Got the scars, stripes in life but now I'm off it
Bars is straight pipe, it's like the mic is frosted
Hard to describe my life until I lost it
Ripping at tubes no moves I couldn't cough it
Back from the dead, no fam guess I was orphaned
Standing in the cold, my past is like a coffin
Man, I was coughing
And I'm back from the dead, these hard times
Battle deep in my head, though the thought is unsaid
Try to keep a low profile, light is on red
I don't even think twice about the shit that I said
If they caught hard feelings, I just leave it on read
What's point trying argue, I rather chase bread
If you move with the stealth that I do where do we head?
I'm straight with the wealth that I grew until it fled
Now what the f*ck do I do? I made moves
And collapse like a cave do, what the brave do?
Hang on a little longer they fall like hay do
Stepping real big, of course they hate you
But won't replace you, and hate to face you
Can't take the break, they pace and space you
The past will leave you carred but still it takes you
Faster than light, to paths that play through