CunninLynguists, The Grouch, Eligh - Too Many Winters lyrics

"Too many winters and nights spent alone
Too many winters, you stare at the night"

I'm talking dirt floors not roads
Indoors cold feet
No heat hoping the insulation got no leaks
Stove burning for four weeks
'Bout to cut the gas off shawty got 6 kids
Youngest with a bad cough
Daddy died of cancer
Mama was his tiny dancer
Known in fairy tale's Atlantis
And nobody's got the answers
And it's freezing
She’s eatin' way too many dinners chilled
Walgreens cVS
They don't sell the Benadryl for those colds
Ain't no sub woofers for those lows
No chimney for cocoa
Froze as a framed photos all night
Bundled with her babies through
The long night
The winter's no pretender, he is no bark
All bite little Lucy was tall fight
Would call Christ mainline
But on the same dime go to war come game time
She had to find the will to shine in the dark
Sometimes you need winter for fire to spark
That's all I'm saying

It's evident, there's something heaven sent
Watching over me like the secret
Service watch the president
A resident of LAUSD
I was a hesitant little boy
A little coy, a little shy
Inner city schooling was the measurement
Of how I never measured up
I wasn't tough enough, I couldn't fight
I liked to draw
I liked to write, and there were times
When something pulled me left
Instead of right
Avoiding ass beatings in the alley
Ways by candle light
I thought of ways to mangle mics
If I ever had a chance
Tenements, of my mind, filled with mini me's
Telling me
"You can do it!" and "no you can't"
Back and forth, fast forward
Legends on the road
I act a fool, I lose control
Should've lost my life
Stickin' my dick in the dirt
Dirty women and dirty drug
Memories tatter the walls
Or decorate the halls now that I've survived
Angels in the outfield, that's why I'm alive
Sentiments of a fire place during winter time

Warm my soul with this winter fire
Until the wheels fall off
Boy I'll never retire
Hired for a job that really has no finish
I'm bad bro without the bad bro image
Manifestations of a kid with foresight
Intentional aim
Use my heat to make more light
Cause, I never knew a cunnin' linguist
To fit in with the crowd
So we come distinguished get low like Mingus
The night glows
As we sit around the campground
And chant down evil forces
We're who the mic chose
You won't do shit about it mayne
Can't tame these horses
Can't you see my breath breathe?
Is it cold outside or is it just me?
Through many three dog noches most freeze
We keep it lit, toast to these, OG's