Texty:
Cold World But You Don T Hear Me Though

What made you think I wouldn't turn my back on you When you neglected me from day one. Brought myself up in this cold world Born to know I ain't no fortunate

's right to hear? You? Hey, PMRC, you stupid fucking assholes The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots

out and, help me" That's all I hear is moms prayin', I keep hearin' gran sayin' "Somebody oughta just reach out and, help me" Don't cry mama, your baby

mack I'm all about rapping but it ain't like that You better tell your homeboy don't make me laugh I'm the too s.h.o.r.t. I don't rap wacks I'm a too

prayin', standin' over you Lookin' at you hooked up to a machine, holdin' your hand, sayin' Don't you go nowhere, stay here with me 'Cause if you leave me

t make you an American Why if birth made you an American you wouldn't need any legislation You wouldn't need any amendments to the Constitution I don't

I pray for a better living even though I think I'm better dying why, 'cause I'd rather hear the angels singing why, and I don't wanna hear my people crying, feel me

demons live? Do you live a life of sin? Don't you know they'll comfort you? Depending on the path you choose Don't you hear the ghostly calls? Or

to me But he didn't he didn't he didn't let me know about all the shady shit that's in, in between you and yo' dream, y'know? See it's more than the music