Rza - Cold World lyrics

[Intro] I had a bad dream Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams What a time you chose to be born in [Hook: Life] Babies crying, brothers dying, and brothers getting knocked sh** is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 1: GZA] It was the night before New Year's, and all through the f**ing projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight, f** blue and white They escape before them flash the f**ing lights Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it Beat n***as toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmer's And it's bugged how some n***as catch slugs And pockets dug from everything except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, n***as laying on roof tops For his cream he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young k**ers You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again Back to the motherf**ing spot on Lexington [Hook: Life] We be running from the cops, busting off shots sh** is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world (x2) [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays hara**ed, scrambling for petty cash Jakes on my a** young bucks is learning fast 357's and 44's Bought inside corner stores, their fire sparks the wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team Cause n***as' main concern is CREAM Some n***as in the jet black Gallant Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast Cause the crime boss is pa**ing off cash Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties and drama Life is a script; I'm not an actor but the author Of a modern-day opera, where the main character Is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Hook]