Cold Cold World.. feat. PoizonusJK

Perception
Do you know what it's like - to have been born with out?
Only concerned with how - to get out of your broken-home life
Your father left at six and he's never coming back
a parental role model's something you'll never know an' lack
later on in life, school is where you'll wish you had stayed
you must be clever-know the traps and the tricks of the trade
or get tricked and then played by those who are thick in the game
people with money and power plus fly whips and iced chains
hustlers who made fortunes on destroying addicts lives
corrupted and distorted inside born with a savages mind
they call it the jungle or ghetto, the hell hole of the city
not a warm friendly texture, here things are cold-rough-and gritty
your kindness's a weakness so never show men your pity
because even homeless'd blow a hole in your dome-piece, an' quickly,
the only thing you’d have time to think of is, 'what hit me?'
getting high to escape from hell daily, drinking up Henny
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...because it's a cold cold world, and...
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PoizonusJK
i never had no teachers to follow.. deep in this sorrow
from the church to the street, an the preachers to hollows
today i grieve, but tomorrow's a different story.. i hate life
this ain't right.. these bitches bore me.. i know my chick adores me
but i'm sheddin the ties.. cuttin the strings, teathers an ties
poppin lead at the sky, to make me feel better inside
but i'm still dead as i cry.. cuz real men ain't afraid to do it
a mind's too precious to waste.. shame the game has made ya lose it
hit the hay an blaze a few spliffs.. reminisce on pics
of moms throwin coniption fits, cuz i'm playin gangsta music
so i don't regret my struggles, i just take the pain an use it
on this battlefield with savage skill.. till all that's left is rubble
it's WW 4 cuz we already squashed the third.. so hate me now
you gots-the-urge to take me out.. but you've already lost the nerve
then with it goes the battle an fight, that an ya life
cuz ya don't despise me for being wrong, you just mad that i'm right



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"Do you know what it's like - to have been born with out?
Only concerned with how - to get out of your broken-home life
Your father left at six and he's never coming back
a parental role model's something you'll never know an' lack
later on in life, school is where you'll wish you had stayed"


Man the rhyming style for the first to lines was clever, wonder y you didnt continue that...any way...i can relate to this cuz daddy wasnt there either..cept he died not ran out...and the last line i quoted i can also relate to...i liked your verse...

"a mind's too precious to waste.. shame the game has made ya lose it
hit the hay an blaze a few spliffs.. reminisce on pics
of moms throwin coniption fits, cuz i'm playin gangsta music
so i don't regret my struggles, i just take the pain an use it"

your verse was well put together too...your flow was different that the first cat..almost felt like A stop an go flow, witch was nicely done...your verse was more street while the first MC seems more poetic...good combination...good collabo.