***Explicit Lyrics*** Parental Advisory

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In this cold world, no matter where I go the crowds are all the same/To them I’m just a pebble in the sand, a face…without a name/Ya n***g*s would never understand the calibur I’m reppin/ Hoes that I’m sexin’, cribs that I’ve slept in/Cars and stashboxes cash and glocks is kept in/ Talk how I’m steppin’, representin’ the weapon/Sex, money and murder – have it, got it and do it/Set it, plot it to get it/Southeast bx, the soundview area/Black lex gs tan leather interior/Moves in atlanta, meetins’ in alabama/Cold blue steel under the green bandana/…Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz – This Cold World

The rhythm of the time is cold. Lot of grown gangsters in their 40s and 50s still feeling like the lyrics up top. A younger generation is more clinical, still respecting their “mentors” but trying to make bigger scores on bigger people. For instance, we got a call girl setting up a Governor and then releasing cd’s “Rock-a-fell-ed”…We got a Governor looking for dough and hook-ups, “NAS” wire-tapped…We got football players scared of the vick…“Gang-Starred” by fame, basketball players getting marked by stick-up kids… “G-wrapped,” and refs marking players that argue calls… “Gambling-Wrecked.” For those who know what I’m saying, see the aria, and don’t forget my cottony pockets which aren’t “Wu-Tang” Cream.

Ball Players under attack on the court is the subject of a short essay for my column called, “45 Degrees of Blackness: “Rabbit Ears Out.” Read More »