[Verse 1: Sintax]

The cloud heaved its chest to breathe the breath of God for heaven's sake

Freeze the crystal face of Yahweh on a sheet of liquid space

So no man could duplicate or counterfeit His handiwork

Press the palm print of the universe on snowflakes to disperse

They descended upon the earth blessed with reckless abandon

Fully landed, intercepted by a curse so underhanded

Now they're stranded on an island strip in the Atlantic

Manhattan hides her mayhem in a mask of winter magic

Snowing in Manhattan like your dreams, it never happened

Crashing to the earth because nobody strapped them in

Lashing out and splashing wisdom in your face to wake you up

Jehovah's living water, but you got a broken cup

And you filled it up with latte and you're sitting at a Starbucks

Purchase peace of mind, but can't spare poverty a dime

Blind believer; snow falling on the cedars

A blanket of blessing is the cloak of the deceiver

Got you fitted for a failure that he measured by the meter

Draped in comfort's cape, so you got nothing left to fear

Except the fear of no escape and the fate to which you're born

A grate on 38th street in hopes to keep you warm

Whether or not you survive the storm doesn't really factor in

If you thought you'd last the winter, then you'd better think again

The world would sell you water, steal a quarter from a friend

You better think again, you better think again

[Verse 2: Freddie Bruno]

Yo, I keep it ill and rebuild a monolith up to the cosmos

Plant spirals on the tip as a landmark for all coasts

Take life as a package deal and wander aimlessly

A zombie wearing a smile is what I came to be

Took the glitter as gold and made a tithe on Sunday

I got it back tenfold disguised as wordplay

Now I'm rapping through a winter in Manhattan for the listener

Heal sheets with blue stripes like I'm your local practitioner

[Verse 3: Listener]

So, heal this wanderer standing on this sidewalk lonely

Turning my face to the side, sighing to watch my breath

Exhale in the air. Swallowing to keep from crying

Watching people, thinking that all my life I wasn't even trying

Cold hearted winter receiving no token warmth for my dying

This cancer of regret has got my voice locked in my throat

Stepping off the curb in Central Park and observing

Non-participant of happiness, I know

That it's my fault and I've kept myself locked in my prison diseased

Pleased at the time of my sedentary nature

And now consciously merge my life with the fallen leaves

[Verse 4: Sev Statik]

I'm work for hire which means I ain't seeing a dime for my rhymes

But I ignore the business side and dollar signs

I just write what's inside for you folks outside

I gotta follow my calling and swallow my pride

You might see DS5 in some dope magazine ads

Like Stress and XXL to promote record sales

Cash rules everything around these labels

And how they make decisions, how they be painting a picture

Larger than life, even larger than Christ, I ain't kidding

You think it matters the company, secular or Christian?

Think again my friend, we've all been deceived

The bottom line is money green with the idea of ministry

It's history; Christian acts carbon copy worldly cats

From the sound they create to the image they attach

I ain't saying no names because the truth could get me blackballed

But it's ungodly to be faking and bite off of Biggie Smalls

[Sintax]

The world would sell you water take a quarter from a friend

Yo, you better think again, you better think again

You better think again, you better think again

Yo, you better think again, you better think again