Texty:
Sting Cold Song

contantly repeated for years and years A day no more or less significant than any other day It's only a blur in the endless carnage and suffering That possesses the stinging

sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied

of the almighty, the gift to write a song My dream turn to reality when the Grammy touch me hand bim No mek me settle down and pause fe a secound Sting

wit a broke neck Wu-tang, seven death blows Explore the globe, Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose The passionate destroyer who stings

Mary we behold it, The Virgin Mother so sweet and so kind. To show God?s love aright, She bore to men a Saviour When half-spent was the night. 7 Cold Song

throne The western sky an amber blaze At the end of the day For everything must die to rise again The winter?s chill, a bitter cold As sin and shame

foul, flagrant ya laced shit Case can't face it, house arrest, I shake the gates and give up for flesh, money long, Sonny singin funny songs The street songs

were songs I got my brothers there fighting those wars, fighting over scraps ans scraping their sores Under a blanket of a fire and pride that can't keep us warm for the cold

in the struggle tryin to get this fuckin meal, why? Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long three tri three chrome, it's the same ol song I seen the shades