Lyrics: So much history behind things People don't understand it It's gotten cold to be out here now The Devil whispers to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now It's gotten cold to be out here now Demons talk to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now Whether I hustle or rob, even if I sell I do it to support my family, it's not something I choose I put it all on my parents I will never, ever rely on a job center If they send me to prison, put me in chains That's my mentality, the way I think We can also have conversations because we are just humans They judge us on paper, see through all the points But I know there are good days waiting And I have my brothers with me, the ones close to me Some days, I think fuck it, just let my soul fly Rather that than sitting, trapped behind a wall I write lyrics in the cell, but there's no one in the world who can see it I bleed for myself, it's the story on my resume I dream of my mother seeing her son on TV That's the reason and ambition for me to keep going It's gotten cold to be out here now The Devil whispers to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now It's gotten cold to be out here now Demons talk to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now I speak to them from the heart, but they don't listen A real man's stories don't change I stood up when the whole world wanted me down and lying I hustle to support my family, it's every man's duty Whether I go out in the evening, holes in my hood when I rob I do it for my mother, and I do it for my sisters Because if not for that, tell me what I was born for Shadow crawler, a street runner, concrete worker And every time I'm out for success, I always end up in the same place, like a cliché I've really been active, tell me what it takes Because if you can't relate, you should try and keep up It's gotten cold to be out here now The Devil whispers to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now It's gotten cold to be out here now Demons talk to me, "pray to God now" Where is my gallows, where is my noose now? They want to see me bleed, see it flow now.
