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Verse 1 (Prolyphic):This is my soul on a postcard stamped with no addressI just hope it gets to where its got to go and beats the cold stressCuz those who can't take it go west coast, on the search for goldLet see how far you get before your progress slowsAnd the California dream gets old and overratedIts where mediocre artists go to settle for less as broke waitersThey travel in packs like chain smokersWith the hopes of being famous, but can't make it on their ownI seen their bandwagon pass me by, while I was dragging my boycottPulling my own weight in strideIt was my choice not to ask for a ride, cuz one at a timeI'd come across those who've fallen off and careers diedOn the side of the road like no one noticed or thought twiceThat you were covered in snow and frost biteOh, the irony when karma catches up, taste your own medicineMeans just see where you end upWhere the fuck are they now as time passedThey're miles back in piles and all I do is smile and laughCuz once it hits November its just another winterDon't think I won't remember who should get the middle fingerCuz I've gone this far and I've counted these daysWith my soul on this postcard and it found its wayThrough the bullshit and politics, in and out of thisFrom the bottom up, I finished what I started, survived another winter.Letras de cancionesVerse 2, first half (B Dolan):Some heads go blind every time the sun setsFeeling the chill of sudden deathThey up and run for the WestWhile we survive these winters of disconnectThrive, whither, and die with the sunsurrender to death, then resurrectwith fire on our tonguesAnd thicker bloodStubborn as the earthWaiting for the blizzard to comeIts just a mystery to someWho feel the cold tell their bones to lay downAfraid to stay aroundThey're hopping planes trains and greyhoundsL.A. BoundThe days are shades of gray nowStay in and pull the shades downThe rain will flood the gutters and slush will suck at our bootsWinter is the curse we shuffle throughHuddled in groups. Growing indestructible rootsAnd hold mics like they're frozenI hope the plates don't shift and drop your fragile state into theoceanNew England patriots!Its in our nature to resistThat's what the fuck we're known forEyes forward til the cold war is over;Survived another winter.Verse 2, second half (Alias):Survived Another Winterby pinning myself to the frozen ground this time.syncopated to the sound of falling snow with this rhymethe constant sunshine of the west made me lose trackeyes toward where the sun rises, so I decided to move backbecause I'd rather fill my lungs with chimney smokeas opposed to California smog that always seemed to make me chokeyeah, yeah...the silence of falling snow, enough to make you deafgive me overcast days and snow driftsI wanna watch my breath float away into the skyseason change: two words that I need to live my life byask why Jack Frost is my friend againthen pretend that in a couple of months, I won't be climbing up these walls againbut I'll invite the cabin fever in with open armsnothing else to do but sit and write and set alarmssnowed in, writing new raps, watching snow fall out the studio windowis how I survived another winter.Verse 3 (Sage Francis):When the look-alikes insisted that I go westI didn't book a flight, I shook my right fist full of protest.I slipped right into the snow vest. Respect the dress code.We see our own breath when it gets cold. The heart rates get slow.Every move is purposeful.The crowd stands with their arms crossed, boss, don't take it personal.It's gray skies, white lies and black ice.When the day dies the night time's my afterlife.I made my sacrifice. I'm not confined to this Island, drifter.Time shifter. Get the troubles off your mind, sister.Don't be sensitive. Slip inside a hide that's thicker.Sure, hide your figure.Survive a winter wonderland and understand that sometimes we shiverto stay alive. We don't follow the signs of a quitter.He's talking with his mouth full. Looking like his eyes were biggerthan his stomach, but fuck it,because shuckin' and jivin' just does damage to the inside like liquorinside your liver. Slap me with a parental advisory sticker.You want constant sunshine? That's a side splitter.Got no time for punchlines, that's why I'm bitter.Frostbite sarcasm sealed, signed and delivered.Don't cry or whimper.Fight the tide with a counter-current. Never getting swept up by the river.Keeping sober until it freezes over. Survive another winter. From Letras Mania