Taelor Gray - Cold lyrics

[Verse 1] Melodramatic, muffled minimized melodies Melanin ma**, moments murdering memories Fighting for freedom but freedom is in the fleeting Fighting for FEMA the fiends know what you feed them Media takeouts take out cameras for world star Take out communities systematic it's cold war I see the mirror I hate what I see it's ugly It's blatant it's like you drugged me, my place in society lost Placed inside the Lord His stake inside my heart Cold case, old crates, no traces I'm dying off I don't see me at work, I don't see me at worth I don't relate to your social norms, don't see me at church Used to wish I had blue eyes just like Christopher Reeve Just watched him as Superman but I didn't see me Imagination figments, you just selling pigments And that's the echo of eugenics [Hook] It's cold But you don't see the light You don't see the light of day Man look they put you in the hole But you don't see the light You just see the walls looking back And it's feeling so cold That you don't see the light You don't see the light of day Man look they put you in the hole But then you see the light Then you see the sunlight Hit you in your hit you in your soul [Verse 2] It's genies in the bottles where the churches stood Expect fetuses to have to fight for personhood But someone in the market for the baby parts I think this dude in the bathroom got lady parts Or Caitlyn parts I think he got an SP And somehow my wife just got way more s**y So where's the sermon about the Ghost building pharmacists Where's morals when injustice isn't partisan Your next partner may be AIDS positive Your next vote is overshadowed by politics It's too much please take a load off It's too much stress man, please take the Zoloft And now my little's sister's on my conscience The cultures got dudes drugging girls up in college That's when you gon' see me up in the news With the smug face mug shot what you try and do [Hook] [Bridge] Man it hit you in your soul Let it hit you in your soul It gon' hit you in your soul Let it hit you in your soul They bamboozled Don't let these brands fool you Now I ain't tryna lose you But this gon' take some getting some getting use to [Verse 3] This one's for the vets This one's for the real emcees that don't get respect I remember I remember filling up my loose leaf The black Bruce Lee with bullets in my mouth, keep your Gucci This is ciphers in the basement No writtens with the tempo try and chase it We don't write rhymes for the heck of it This is underground slap and sliding in your messages [Hook]