[Verse 1: Cee]
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Living in the city in the middle of the winter
With a f**ed up mindstate, a permanent screwface
The cold is getting to him, don't hurt 'em, it's too late
Yeah, he just a dude with a dream
That been quashed by a system, wasn't built to succeed
'Coz the red tape is choking him
The never ending snowfall avalanching over him, really it nearly broken him
Feel me? It ain't a joke for him
Dog, this sh** is his life now, and he ain't having nowhere to hide now
He's questioning his motive and decisions
And really, the kid'd prolly be dipping if it wasn't for the missus
Nah, that's exaggerated
But this seasonal depression got him aggravated, and kinda mad and jaded
He feel the work he putting in ain't meaning sh** to 'em
So he venting in the rhymes he spit to 'em, yeah
[Verse 2: Cee]
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Living in the city and the winter never quitting
With a hustler's mindstate
The sh** that keeps him going when he's coming up irate
Abundant dumb c*ntery is f**ing his day up
He looking out the window and the snow piled way up, sh**, so all he does is work
And ain't no time for socializing 'til the temperatures is mild
Plus he stressing tryina get this f**ing scrilla piled
And he waiting on some papers that'll let him stay
Guess a sovereign natural person ain't enough these days
Fabricated borders, laws and courts
Empires built on lies, wars, k**ing for sport
The truth, it could really drive you crazy if you let it
And he knows it so he focus all the pain onto the record
And he peering out the window and the snow is disappearing
sh**, the first time that he smiled in a minute
[Verse 3: Cee]
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Living in the city and the summer finna hit 'em
With a different mindstate
His thinking kinda shifted to a new paradigm man, the truth is finna shine eh
He getting lifted 'til he higher than the crime rate
Gives him a perspective on his life and what defines great
Shaking the winter off, he aching to get involved
And making the bigger call, sh**, that is what living's for
He wanna chill and move to Portugal
Wwn a smoky bar and serve Sagres and francesinha with some Fado tunes
And build an off the grid crib on an island first
Start a real community who in tune with the universe
He realizing that this fraudulent life is abhorrent
And nothing stopping him but himself from moving it forward
f** it all, he going harder til he beats 6
Legendary sh**, Amalia Rodrigues