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Warm Words

Warm Words

(альбом: Excellent - 2012)

It's a cold night
Listen

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

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

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

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

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

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