Cold in My City

Yeah

Cold in my city

Uh

Grey blocks

Steam from the drains

Mum said pray

Bro said aim

Two phones buzzing

Names on a list

Plug want bread

Judge want wrists

Hoodie up

Face half gone in the shadow

Old friend turned fed

That’s how the path go

Council flat kitchen

Dreams in a kettle

Turned that pain

Into ice and metal

Cold in my city, my soul got frost

Heart so numb, I can’t feel loss

Eyes on the bag, can’t take days off

Pray I make it home when the day’s signed off

Cold in my city, my soul got frost

Whole block hungry, we all got cost

Hands in the air when the sirens cross

Cold in my city and we still move boss

Late night run

Black tracksuit, plain

One wrong turn

Whole life down the drain

Cousin in a box

Other one locked

Still see blue tape

When I cross that block

[low vocal register] Voices in my head

“Go legit, don’t slip”

But my card keep bouncing

Like my temper when I flip

Little bro watching

Copy how I live

Tryna buy time

But the streets don’t give