Hell’s Direction

By Cold World

On How the Gods Chill

Released on August 5, 2014

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[Kool G Rap Intro]

I spit that non fiction (Yeah)

Tell you how I moved around with ex-cons and hitmen

Dirty work through the foam white, they hunt from a distance (Word)

Sorta like who you know it's Don John but he different

Arms glisten, grippin' like mama's arms in the kitchen

Young sergeant (Sergeant), fillin' the Jetta with Kel? the Martin

Kept marchin', spillin' apart the cells we sparkin' (Grrah)

I recovered the Lexus Coupe from outta car spins

I seen a gorilla and man like he Darwin

I done played in the murky waters where the sharks went

Sharp scissors are keen on creepin' on me while he's walkin'

Caught from across a car, I'm an arson

Started with archers, snipers and marksmen

Sharper than the land of the narcs to the parsons?

I stood up carpet stains with brain parts bent

To start over back the marked necks as dark skin

It's real


[Verse]

When will you see

There's no way

Out for you and me

It's not a game

Every fucking day

Face to face with adversity

It all gets worse for you and me

Nights are short, days get long

I feel my will to fight pass on

And all those around me

Empty lives surround me

They all suck me in

They drain all my will to live

Your walls are closing in

You're seeing less of yourself

In your own skin

What has become of you

You feel a change in your mind

You feel apart from your kind

Alone with the truth

In the twilight of your youth

Don't try to count my sins

I don't know where to begin

So sad and it's so true

Blew all my wishes on you

But now i'm looking back

Can't believe i played that act

My heart was green

My eyes were fresh

Uneasy in my own flesh

And we're never going back

We'll never see those days again

I don't know which way

The future will go

I don't care any more

I just gotta let it go