It's a cold night

Listen

[Verse 1]

Sometimes it's senseless, sometimes it's a witness

Them streets and them classrooms can beat you senseless

Sometimes those paid to enforce the rules don't play by them

We stay violent

On a cold day with headphones enjoying some Coldplay

Pondering them happenings let's see what the Lord say

Inquire 'bout slots in heaven next to Trayvon, Oscar, and Emmett

Lord I'm just curious

I don't know if they in it

I know how they life ended

Got me seekin repentance from my desire for vengeance

While I pound these mics afor the po po to take another young life

And can be assured they salvation secure

[Hook]

Just some warm words for them cold nights

Offer warm words for the cold nights

Such a cold night

Just some warm words for them cold nights

Warm words, cold nights

[Verse 2]

That's why we write, for the abused

For the accused, battered and bruised

Two-by-two sit-inners

We desire service, treat us like citizens

And we write to encourage exodus

Like yes we are still slaves

Like every time you make it rain they giggle

You put yourself on auction blocks

And we write to give you warms words for cold nights

To outright outwrite ya

Live outright righteous

Right out your front door and write to explore

The right to explore cause people need more

And we should just ignore they plans for war

And bless the amendments despite our pigment

And never claim ignant intent is intense

My grandpop on mom's side lived in tents

An outright Indian, a king among men

We are torn rip cords, y'all can't afford to ignore it

Cracks in the shingle before the storm pour in

That's why we write

[Hook]

Just some warm words for them cold nights

Offer warm words for the cold nights

Such a cold night

Just some warm words for them cold nights

Warm words, cold nights

[Verse 3]

And I swore in salt and ink on the grave of ancestors

Rep that name Ancient of Days and change that game and

Impact spit that in fact grip that mic'phone with the truth

In the midst of the twist and turns and scars and burns

We ain't the lookin back type, buckle up and hold tight

Oldest roller coaster open eyes both hands up called life

Can't get enough of it

Lovin it when cold nights are more like slumber parties on Neptune

We are not left alone

Held by faith alone

That's a no brainer

5 sola soldier

Usher in a legion of selfless rhyme-throwers on a cold night