Cold

It's getting murky blud

It's all deep right now cousin

You get me?

Tryna move things forward right now

It's a struggle everyday and you know what gwan

Youths killing other youths for a leg and an arm

But it happens everyday so it don't mean shit

It's survival of the fit, all money legit

Dilapidated premises leave the manor with blemishes

Empty tenements used by crackheads and thieves for residence

Police with no evidence still stop me on road

Saying I fit the description but it's fiction I'm being told

After my pockets are dusted they shrug their shoulders smug

Saying this time you're lucky taking me for a mug

Standard procedure, criminal feature, black with guns

Means I must be a shotter or someone looking for arms

Calms with the boydem, I deploy with ghetto politics

If they don't honour it's probably because they can't follow it

Ignorant minds get tongue tied through the third eye

'Cause I think forever before I let anyone word fly

Absurd guy, the suburbs from out of nursery

Still it hurts me that my manor's considered tertiary

Times mercenary, no courtesy for no one

Friends are foes and old friends deserve a broken colon

No blud, a lone soldier, one man island

Very violent, vicious, vindictive and silent

Pavement contender endorsed by Hackney council

Mangled streets left never to be untangled

Mans manhandled by boydem on the regular

Some turn mad but most get more deadlier

Times are drastic, minds feeble like a matchstick

Flock tactics turn top shotters to spats

Written gems for all the man dem breaking jaws

Breaking laws, picking locked doors

Bullets cause 'cause the whores talk

In the storm I pursue my visions drawn into a physical form

Fists turn to fours 'cause of elevated wars

A lost cause, strutting drawers what I'm living for

Loyalty was told but never sworn, trust my unborn

I flip papers with regulators who plan to seed Jamaica

And leave this rat race, get eaten by snakes

Wishing I was raised in the days where braids used to brush jakes

Like flakes and hate wasn't so bait

'Cause nowadays tax inflates bills and rates

Won't make a man hesitate to snatch you your plate

In any form or shape, crooked or straight

Some people choose their own fate

Visions of hell won't tell behind gates

The unknown fate can make the realest man shake

Disintegrate fake handshakes, penetrate the game the vacay

Yo it's cold, ice cold, it's cold like the snow

It's for you to take control or become a lost soul

Freezing in the land of the evil

So hold your head high when you roll, yo

I said it's cold, ice cold, it's cold like the snow

It's for you to take control or become a lost soul

Freezing in the land of the evil

So hold your head high when you roll, yo

After dark sharks get dough by shotting narcotics

Filling their pockets, killing civilians for profits

Legitimate stock is so microscopic

Computer literate boffins are knocking off the net and won't stop it

What's man like me supposed to do?

Everything I buy is close to new

Fresh in the box you know the crew

Courts for a score, special offer is now available

But man don't know anything if the police begin tailing you

Shopfront deceiving, supposed to be selling kebab

But in the back they're receiving brown and crack in the evening

Sirens screaming, lights beaming, time for action

A blue distraction while you're sitting back and relaxing

In the flats dem boydem come running like athletes

Especially when your wrist charges a Nokia battery

If they catch me, nah wait it's not about that

Well maybe if they chase me, nah blud I doubt that

The black cloud reflects the wicked ways of souls possessed

We do things to make us live in regret

In this world where it's not about physical strength

We bag weight and sell explaining my life in depth

Coming straight from the wicked west

The streets elect to the vet

Fiending a proper fed right in his neck

Street intellect, wanna be known before my death

Destroyed a lot of lives, can't afford to regret

Many men bled ducking from feds, eyes red

Sometimes it feels like I'm going mad in my head

Getting crazy looks from fake niggas who crazy shook

Licking funds from books with Nigerian crooks

The harsh realities of life had an effect but kept me wise

I told a lot of white lies to white guys

To survive in these hard days and times

Talk like Malachi, deep like Selassie I

Yo it's cold, ice cold, it's cold like the snow

It's for you to take control or become a lost soul

Freezing in the land of the evil

So hold your head high when you roll, yo

I said it's cold, ice cold, it's cold like the snow

It's for you to take control or become a lost soul

Freezing in the land of the evil

So hold your head high when you roll, yo

Another Kemo production