GZA, LifeLines, Inspectah Deck - Cold World lyrics

"I had a bad dream"
"Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams"
"What a time you chose to be born in"

Babies cryin', brothers dyin'
And brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

It was the night before New Year’s
And all through the fuckin' projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear
And blasted on the spot before
The pigs were there
You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight
Fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash
The fuckin' lights
Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood
Stained the dice game
Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggas toothless
Physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides
Thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks
Was useless linx was snatched off necks
Left scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the
Cold from the steel
Made ‘em fold and squeal
Once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Construction worker
Who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that
Was hangin' from his farmers
And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
And pockets dug from everythin'
Except check stubs and it does
Sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red
Hook where feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops
Niggas layin' on roof tops
For his CREAM he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot
And the strip was filled with young killers
You don’t suspect
So cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded
With extra bullets
Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
Increase the murder rate
Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then
Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington

Babies cryin', brothers dyin'
And brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops
Bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world

Yo, no time to freeze
Undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
And seize packages and pocket the currency
Cliques control strips
Full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks
Where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight
Stick-up kids on the ground
Broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed
Scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast
Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours
Bought inside corner stores
Provide sparks for wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questionin' while the Jakes
Guard the door my hood stay tense
Loyalty puts strength in my team
‘Cause niggas’ main concern is CREAM
Some niggas in the jet-black Galant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant for
This kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead, but instead
He missed the kid
And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head
And then fled
Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
‘Cause the crime boss is passin' off cash
Extortions for portions of streets
Causes beef
Havin' followers of Indians trying
To play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script I’m not an actor
But the author of a modern day opera
Where the main character
Is presidential papers, the dominant factor

You know, you had me
With your sensuous charm
But you looked so alarmed as I walked on by

Babies cryin', brothers dyin'
And brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops
Bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
Babies cryin', brothers dyin'
And brothers gettin' knocked
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world
We be runnin' from the cops
Bustin' off shots
Shit is deep on the block and
You got me locked down
In this cold, cold world