Walking In The Snow

Album: RTJ4 (2020)
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  • Get a dose a dirty code to go, been cold since Co-Flow
    I got a wire or two unlodgin', I'll set a fire down below
    I'll hang it up when you say, "Sorry, I didn't know"
    Prolly got a year or ten to go so lets go
    I don't really know how to go slow
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker's cold (ay)
    You in the wrong mode, you open and closin' your hole, it's a no go
    This whole world's a shit moat, filled to the brim like GitMo
    When you think it don't get mo' glow it limbo 'til the sticks on flo'
    All oppression's born of lies, I don't make the rules, I'm just one guy
    All due respect, if getting spit on's how respect is now defined
    Hungry for truth but you got screwed and drank the Kool-Aid, there's a line
    It end directly at the edge of a mass grave, that's their design
    Funny fact about a cage, they're never built for just one group
    So when that cage is done with them and you're still poor, it come for you
    The newest lowest on the totem, well golly gee, you have been used
    You helped to fuel the death machine that down the line will kill you too (oops)
    Pseudo-Christians, y'all indifferent
    Kids in prisons ain't a sin? Shit
    If even one scrap a what Jesus taught connected, you'd feel different
    What a disingenuous way to piss away existence, I don't get it
    I'd say you lost your Goddamn minds if y'all possessed one to begin with

    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (cold, cold)

    Yeah, ho, Gangsta Boo, Run the Jewels
    We back on our shit, and it's cold as fuck

    The way I see it you're probably freest from the ages one to four
    Around the age of five you're shipped away for your body to be stored
    They promise education, but really they give you tests and scores
    And they predictin' prison population by who scoring the lowest
    And usually the lowest scores the poorest and they look like me
    And everyday on evening news they feed you fear for free
    And you so numb you watch the cops choke out a man like me
    And 'til my voice goes from a shriek to whisper, "I can't breathe"
    And you sit there in the house on couch and watch it on TV
    The most you give's a Twitter rant and call it a tragedy
    But truly the travesty, you've been robbed of your empathy
    Replaced it with apathy, I wish I could magically
    Fast forward the future so then you can face it
    And see how fucked up it'll be
    I promise I'm honest, they coming for you
    The day after they comin' for me
    I'm readin' Chomsky, I read Bukowski
    I'm layin' low for a week
    I said somethin' on behalf of my people
    And I popped up in Wikileaks
    Thank God that I'm covered, the devil come smothered
    And you know the evil don't sleep
    Dick Gregory told me a couple of secrets before he laid down in his grave
    All of us serve the same masters, all of us nothin' but slaves
    Never forget in the story of Jesus, the hero was killed by the state

    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold
    Just got done walkin' in the snow
    Goddamn, that motherfucker cold (cold, cold)

    Who really wanna run it with the Jewel Runners?
    Go hellfire hot in a new sauna
    It's a cold winter baby and a cruel summer
    I suicide bomb in the blue Hummer
    And emerge out the side, not a bruise on 'em
    Bad news come in two son, do somethin'
    Treat beats like a wet thigh, chew on 'em
    Got a stroke row crew on 'em, move on 'em
    We be the heroes, the breakers of chains and the busters of locks (locks, locks)
    You be them suckers supportin' them snitches that talk to the cops
    This the Illmatic of turning your face in to fucker foie gras
    I'm not so sure opportunities knocking, it's probably the law
    Word to the old school tape decks
    I get Radio Raheem respect
    My Nike pendant sacred, similar to the Ghostface bracelet
    Fire in the hole, oh no joke
    Probably go broke just off smoke
    Fuck are we gonna do, not smoke?
    Get a job, play the role, be adults?
    Nah, I'ma do me, arigato

    First of all, they cheated (uh-huh)
    'Cause if one of them black and the other one white (uh-huh)
    So if you don't like 'em, you automatically racist (ah, oh, well) Writer/s: Jaime Meline, Lola Mitchell, Michael Render, Torbitt Schwartz, Wilder Schwartz
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