| It’s a cold night
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| Listen, sometimes it’s senseless sometimes it’s a witness
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| Them streets and them class rooms can beat you senseless
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| Sometimes those paid to enforce the rules don’t play by them
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| We stay violent
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| On a cold day with headphones enjoyong some Cold Play
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| Pondering them hapennings let’s see what the Lord say
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| And cry about slots in heaven next to Trevon, Oscar, and Emmit
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| Lord I’m just curious
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| I don’t know if they in it
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| I know how they life ended
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| Got me seekin repentance from my desire for vengeance
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| While I pound these mikes afor the po po to take another young life
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| And can be assured they salvation secure
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| Just some warm words for a cold night
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| Just some warm words for the cold nights
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| Warm words cold night
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| Such a cold night
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| That’s why we write, for the abused, for the accused battered and bruised
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| Two by two senators we desire service treat us like citizens
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| And we write to encourage exodus
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| Like yes we are still slaves
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| Like every time you make it rain they giggle
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| You put yourself on auction blocks
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| And we write to give you warms words for cold nights
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| To out write out right ya
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| Live outwright righteous
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| Right out your front door and right to explore
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| The right to explore cause people need more
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| And we should just ignore they plans for war
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| And bless the amendments despite our pigment
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| And never claim ignent intent is intense
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| My grandpop on mom’s side lived in tents
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| An outwright indian a king among men
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| We are torn rip chords ya can’t afford to ignore it
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| Cracks in the shingle before the storm pore in that’s why we write
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| And I swore … ancestors
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| Rep that name Ancient of Days and change that game and
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| Impact spit that infact grip that … the truth
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| In the midst of the twist and turns and scars and burns
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| We ain’t the lookin back type buckle up and hold tight
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| Oldest roller coaster open eyes both hands up called life
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| Can’t get enough of it
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| Lovin it when cold nights are more like slumber parties on Neptune
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| We are not left alone
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| Held by faith alone
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| That’s a no brainer
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| … soul a soldier
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| Usher in a legion of selfless round throwers on a cold night |