Cold wind blows

 

You can't... Wait to hate,

It must be your mission or fate,

You must be hungry cuz you ain't got nothing else on your plate,

You must be out of your state... Of mind,

Rap is my grin,

I got a lot of stuff on my plate,

Still hot let's have it wait,

In this rap game I'm be known as obvious power the great,

Must be hard for you and your crew both to relate,

Been hurting since I was 8,

Now music is my passion... stopping me is beyond too late,

 

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

This rap thing is a book...

My albums are chapters,

This here is a page,

 

Look at you... Going down helm street lane,

Shits getting creepy,

Cuz I change the game into insane,

You can take the train thru my vein,

Witness the pain,

Upstairs inside of my brain,

Like a young dude... I'm become mane,

Like a zoo animal I can be hard to maintain,

Because of my depression I'll never be the same.