Letra de «Cold World Feat. Tasha Catour [Prod. by Street Symphony]»
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]
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]
