Joe Budden, Musiq Soulchild - Cold World lyrics

You are now listening to The Growth (haha)
Let me talk to them

See I was always looking for an out
Knew what I ain't want to be about
Ain't want to fall victim to the crowd
'Street Dreams' like Fab
But not dreams like that
Cuz even his is better than
The dreams I've had
They say you are where you're from
Maybe to some but, I won't let a nigga label
Me slum and make me succumb
If I'm a grown ass man with no job, no money
That would make me a bum
It's not ok with me none
It's what they called me, I hated that y'all
Wasn't a 'College Dropout
' least Kanye made it that far
Tenth grade parted ways
Like later for that y'all
I was bored with it, wasn't no paper in that
Naw
So I pulled a few capers, that came to a stop
When I realized that ain't no
Bigger gang than the cops
Pray tell, I could rebel and blast a shot
Cuz jail's a revolving door
But the casket's not (ya herd)
Cuz everyday, of my life (yea)
I've tried so hard to get right
(talk to them)
But nothing seems to matter when you
Got so much coming at you (oh)
In this world they say, just be strong
But it ain't easy when you hurt so long
And it's a shame
Nothing's changed no matter how far you go
In this cold cold world

Ok, now we got little brothers that
Wanna deal on the strip (cold, cold world)
Or we got little sisters that
Feel they gotta strip
Swinging on the pole have
Us feening over tit's
And a lot of us horny niggas
We ain't even gonna tip
BUT! Nothings wrong with it at all
I respect it
But we always take something short term
And try to stretch it
Bread's gonna G a lot of niggas
When they learn that fast
Money comes fast and it leaves a lot quicker
Nigga, we in a place that's to every extreme
In a place where niggas die
Over the pettiest things
And it seems to been deterrent shit
But we don't carry guns to kill now
Niggas carry burners to live
So, God it's me a-gain
Our father who art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Pray them hollows never hit my frame
Everyday I'm around it
Everyday I'm surrounded
Everyday I try to say grounded in this cold
Cold world


We living in a place where
Niggas tooling each other
Where the President and terrorists are
Cool with each other
Sending millions in the war make
Us duel with each other
And hit Bin Laden on his cell like 'I
Got em making fools of each other'
Got us in a hole, pigeoned
Why I can't talk to niggas
That's just so indignant
People are so ignant
Till a wise man sat me down
Like 'Joe listen'
You can't 'conversate' with a
Nigga with no diction
And I don't watch the news (nah)
I don't wanna hear about another kidnapping
Another kid clapped in
Mom killing her seed, got another kid trapped
In the car, kid gasping like, cough
So you clowns can run around with
Your pounds and your war stories
But, I ain't choose to be hood
Shit was forced on me
It's not what I endorse homey
Cuz I know that's where they wanna keep us
Stop us from being leaders (you know)