| Life is cold, cold is pain
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| Pain is growth, and every seed that grows, sees rain
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| And the rain gon' come, it ain’t nothing new
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| But when it’s done, the sun shining through
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| Life is cold, cold is pain
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| Pain is growth, and every seed that grows, sees rain
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| And the rain gon' come, it ain’t nothing new
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| But when it’s done, the sun shining through
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| I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
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| Cuz fun days don’t last, the last nigga to laugh
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| So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
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| And pain comes and it goes
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| But my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
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| Moms screamin' for help, myself hot as the sun
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| Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
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| That I got from my pops top drawer
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| When he left my momma twice in a week
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| My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets
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| With seed killer number (one), seed killer number (two)
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| Seed killer number (three), got heat from the newborns scorned brother
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| Blu black hearted and young
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| Raps fell off his tongue, numb feelings remain
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| The pain comes and it goes
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| But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
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| My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
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| The game heartless and young
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| Dumb niggas with guns cause fun days don’t last
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| The last nigga to blast got shots all in his back
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| Wrath fell on his soul but in my soul he remains
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| Pain comes and it goes
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| But my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
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| His blood ran through his moms, his moms ran outside
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| 5 niggas with guns, seed killer number (one), seed killer number (two)
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| Seed killer number (three), pulled the heat and he was through
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| Threw dirt on his casket his mom wore a mask and
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| Still couldn’t hide tears years pass her son
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| Numb feelings remain, pain comes and it goes
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| But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
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| My mom still had a son
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| Dumb kid with a gun, that I got from my pops
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| Top drawer when he left
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| My momma fightin' for years, my momma fightin' her tears
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| Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
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| But the sun still shines
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| Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
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| Blu, life isn’t young
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| Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip-Hop
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| But she left me for you, so I’mma give her to you
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| Cold hearted and young
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| Life is cold, cold is pain
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| Pain is growth, and every seed that grows, sees rain
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| And the rain gon' come, it ain’t nothing new
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| But when it’s done, the sun shining through
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| Life is cold, cold is pain
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| Pain is growth, and every seed that grows, sees rain
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| And the rain gon' come, it ain’t nothing new
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| But when it’s done, the sun shining through |