COLD WIND Lyrics

Sitting in this chair again

No excuse for the state I'm in

Watching as people pass me by

With wide strides that trap my conscience in

Contemplate problems I can't solve by my own volition

Keep on wishing things were different

But wishes fleet quick with visions of a perfect world

Perfect girl

So perfect it makes me sick

Sick enough take luck and tuck it away

So this world won't burn it's wick

It's been a crazy day

The weather's changed

Rainy haze hounds this mental maze

If my ways were not wild enough

I'm a child stuck in these everglades

Slowly shift with the times as rhymes storm my mind

And I find what once was mine has retreated inside

And left me behind and I try but my stars just aren't aligned

I need a second chance to redirect this wrecked life and make it worth living

Been giving it all away with no say in my own decisions

I wake up in an unfamiliar place

Staring at a familiar face

That seems to know all about my lows

The wind blows but I can't find loves embrace

It's a cycle that never seems to cease

As tragedy only repeats

And I believe that the ease with which I breeze between these dreams slowly defeats

So I'm stressing pressing buttons tryin to find a sequence

I can play to make you say my music's decent

A beat to catch an audience and hook them right in

The moment my mouth opens they will know I'm like them

Abandon notions of self and begin to blend in

Before you know it this will be a nation minions

Marionettes with an agenda that's horrendously poignant

You cant ignore the chorus so why wont you just join it?

I don't know why this cold wind blows

But it does

And I'm left to weather it alone

Weather it alone

So this is my example of a sample of justice

My visuals are ample like abuse of a substance

Progressive with passion that's anything but rustic

With lyrics that you'll love until they hit you abruptly

People used to pick me up so they could just dump me

But now I have the mic so no one dares interrupt me

The game is changing and it is in need of some up-keep

You try but valiant efforts are not nearly enough, see

It's not a question of whether your other brothers are colored

Or more important, imported, original, or contorted

Cause whores will be whores, And I'm not speaking of women

I am speaking of thieves of the very innocence given

From the father, ordained before the day of conception

Before humanity's insanity caused this misdirection

Before a father slapped his daughter for not paying attention

Before calamity and vanity and sick self-obsession

This generic America's in esoteric hysteria

Inaudible barracks, apparent cleric regalia

But your arrogance merits disinherit imperium

It's imperative you listen, you hypocrite seminarian

This is where it gets hairy and possibly scary

Transformation from mother Mary to Judas Iscariot

Disillusion impairing your crazed desire for variance

There's a skeleton in your closet, you ready to bury it?

I don't know why this cold wind blows

But it does

And I'm left to weather it alone

Weather it alone