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Joe Budden - Cold World lyrics
You are now listening to The Growth (haha)
 Let me talk to them... 
 See I was always looking for an out
 Knew what I ain't want to be about
 Ain't want to fall victim to the trials
 'Street Dreams' like Fab, but not dreams like that
 Cuz even his is better than the dreams I've had
 They say you are where you're from, maybe to some
 But I won't let a nigga label me slum and make me succumb
 If I'm a grown ass man with no job, no money, that would make me a bum
 It's not o.k. with me none
 It's what they called me, I hated that y'all
 Wasn't a 'College Dropout, ' at least Kanye made it that far
 Sixth grade parted ways, like later with that y'all
 I was bought up with it, wasn't no paper in that, naw
 Pulled a few capers, that came to a stop
 When I realized that ain't no bigger gang than the cops
 Break tail, I can rebel and blast a shot
 Cuz jail's a revolving door, but the caskets not (ya herd)
 Cuz everyday, of my life (yea)
 I've tried so hard to get right (talk to them)
 But nothing seems to matter when you
 Got so much comming at you (oh)
 In this world they say, just be strong
 But it ain't easy when you hurt so long
 And it's a shame
 Nothings changed no matter how far you go
 In this cold cold world... 
 O.k., now we got little brothers that wanna deal on the strip (cold, cold
 World)
 Or we got little sisters that feel they gotta stripJoe Budden - Cold World - http://motolyrics.com/joe-budden/cold-world-lyrics.html
 Swinging on the pole have us feening over tits
 And a lot of us horny niggas, we ain't even gonna tip
 BUT! Nothings wrong with it at all, I respect it
 But we always take something short term and try to stretch it
 Breads gonna G a lot of niggas when they learn it fast
 Money comes fast and it leaves a lot quicker
 Nigga, we in a place that's to every extreme
 And a place where niggas die over the pettiest things
 And it seems to been deterrent shit
 Cuz we don't carry guns to kill now, niggas carry burners to live
 So, God it's me a-gain, our father who art in Heaven
 Hollow be thy name, pray them hollows never hit my frame
 Everyday I'm around it
 Everyday I'm surrounded
 Everyday I try to say grounded in this cold, cold world
 We living in a place where niggas tooling each other
 Where the President and terrorists are cool with each other
 Sending millions in the war make us do it with each other
 Hit Bin Laden on his cell like 'I got them making fools of each other'
 Got us in a hold, pigeon
 Why I can't talk to niggas, that's just so indignant
 People are so ignorant
 Till a wise man sat me down, like 'Joe listen'
 You can't 'conversate' with a nigga with no diction
 And I don't watch the news (nah)
 I don't wanna hear about another kidnapped and another kid clapped
 And moms killing her seed, got another kid trapped
 In the car gasping like, ah
 So you clowns can run around with your pounds and your war stories
 But I ain't choose to be hood, shit was forced on me
 It's not what I endorse homey
 Cuz I know that's where they wanna keep us, stop us from being leaders (you
 Know)








