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I sit alone in the basementFacing, chasing these wicked, demonsGot thoughts up in ma head of my daddy's wasted s-semenHavin' her in the bedroom,9-1-1 'cause I'm not breathin'Feelin like death is getting closer and I can't stop from secedein'Do I run to the mirrorLook at me, and pull the trigger.Hooker said body found dead and goneWell shit, just another dead nigga.My future, lookin weary, hear meMaybe after that wanna flex, wanna hustleNever lay down a bit and tussleTake my life, in one nightNow I'm havin' visionsDo or die based on decisionsMovin crystal sista, mssionsBut I wanna be and fly away like pigeonsI missin my family an allBut I just don't know dog'cause I left another dog in the back yardAn he jab wit the left an he hit hard(but I break off)(Chorus)And that's why I stay lowLetras de canciones'cause the world's gettin' too coldWe yellin it off the "O"'cause the world's full of bitches(picture this)Cold cold world.They ask why I stay low'cause the world's gettin too coldWe yellin out the "O"'cause the world's full of bitchesIt just isCold cold worldPicture two worlds collideEvery civilization diedCatchin bullet holesYou can still hear they mamas cryingIn every second is the grave laid tightNiggas getting murdered and losin paper and they lifeThese days ain't so bright nowThis is a message to how shorties gotta pipe downI know we wansta weather crime on the streetsWe hear the sound of the heatAnd every round is takin ya six feetI heard the cops killed you last weekYou got shot tryin to take the phone off the seatRest in peace, I know it's better when your eyes sleepGod take us by the hands as we right deepNo longer seek for the things that weaken the fleshDid we believe and have faith when it bothered us?I understand that we all must return to dustAnd leave behind everything that our hands have touchedGod, this world is too much.(chorus)I first took a breatherHeard a voice to the 1-9Nigga tryin tear ma life lineGet it back and to ma right manSeeing blood on the sleece and a black ninePlease god is it my time?Hold on to what am I face up forBlack the night wasNo light wasWilling with the wind blew inBelow, with a slug to the moonOpen in time with the tombLooking for the hospital roomFeelin kinda dizzy from the blood shedTurn around and heard a thug saidI gotta place we can play atHop to da 99' never get at all redCome out quick before we all deadTo the back rowSippin heneseyBetter get relocated to the ash rowHere that nine with the bullet-proof vest goHottie lets goPull a chromium free with the vest goJust a little on the testicleNever leaving till the rest goAnd it's best to knowEvery dog on a day got a chance to bringGot a chain for the best clothesI wanna die my best slowAnd even in my death glowLets have a prayer for the world, the cold oneFrom the old to the small oneJust to say that we are oneFather listenThis world is cold.(chorus) From Letras Mania