| At my brother’s Jannaza
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| Tears stained sunglassses
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| A Salat with no bows
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| Pallbearer carry you to the car now
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| Chill day, Mosque on 96 and 3rd
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| New York City way, me and J never left my side
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| Refs like that pitcher with your pride
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| Who look just like.
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| Now the city looks lest bright
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| Brooklyn looking less special
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| Should’ve kept it the same way
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| As when you were on this level
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| You: work in progress from 40 projects: God bless
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| An inspiration and a king
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| They won’t know what I mean but this I’m bout to spring
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| Protect it with every feather on the wings
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| So even when it hurts, you’ll never feel a thing
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| Said it’s a cold cold world
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| Ain’t nobody wins except the government
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| In the U.S.S.R
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| Who you think you are?
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| And you can fight it, but there’s no defense
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| For the?
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| Baby grab a jacket
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| Let me clarify the chorus
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| And what my cold warress
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| Cause the complexity is enormous
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| Using one of my greatest losses with eyes like faucets
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| To reinforce every single word that I talk with
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| Something about losing things, human beings
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| That reduces things to their most elementary
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| Find yourself where you never meant to be
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| With the energy of memory
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| That’s the soul force of what’s behind killing me
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| Finding pleasure in the pains
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| Finding desert in the rain
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| Twisted: how this world can drive you masochistic
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| Question if I’m over it
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| Or if I’m numb because I’m closureless
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| Or my closure’s that we all gotta go and shit
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| Rendered emotionless but moving at the speed of running over it
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| Still happy that I opened it
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| In the studio writing these words, one after another
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| In memorial of my brother
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| As you listen to the album with
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| Nothing on the cover
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| I imagine that he hovers
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| In the back of his chair
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| Floating right there in the air
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| Knodding his head to the music, I slightly lose it
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| Ask why do I put myself through this
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| Crack a smile, look up at the file
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| Phones on the screen of me tryna tell you what I mean
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| But I feel that it’s all lost, or maybe that it’s all gotta cross
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| Happy with his dedicated song
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| But now he’s all gone
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| But he was never there, cause
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| He was everywhere, nowhere and down here
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| Maybe on that judgement day, rise up
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| We’ll both open our eyes up, climb up
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| Hoping God forgives us for our tendencies
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| Wipes away our cool young histories
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| Thanks to s |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold War , by - Lupe Fiasco. Song from the album Food & Liquor II: The Great American Rap Album Pt. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп