Frostbite Lyrics

Uh, waking up and reporting

Sorting the day out in my cortex

My vision feelin' distorted

Emotions contorted and pouring all out of my core

But I'm poor and can't afford the toys for my daughter

So I thought of a plan

Hop up in my van and hold the man behind the counter hostage

Tell him to deposit the money in my hand

It's gorgeous but horrific

But I just keep stickin' with it

The clock hits four innit

And I'm all off whippin' in it

And as I pull up to the gas station, my heart's racing

And anxiety spreading through my chest like radiation

Since she's also an orphan

This gon' be the most important portion of her morphing into a normal human being

Thank god she ain't seeing this

Cause I'd rather see her doing this than for her daddy to get seen going through this

But man, I'm just taking a piss with this thought

I stop and grab the shotty

Then I hop out of the van with no one to come stop me

Kick in the door and point the barrel to his head

I said to empty the register quickly

Or I'm gon' shoot you dead

Without hesitation he dumps the money on the counter

And without a single second to bounce up

He took his last breath

Red spilling on the station stretch

I grab every cent and then I'm off to repent

The sirens blare in the air, tires skid on the cement

I'm crying without a care but I gotta make it to bed, uh

Snow gracefully hitting the window

And in my mind, I can hear the action movie music start to crescendo between my temples

The tempo picks up

And a couple half-ton tracks begin to enter the scene

A couple Washingtons begin to bleed from my bag and into the seat

I tuck 'em back in with my eyes locked on the street

Cops be flockin' at me

Stop please, I'm gonna scream

I hope this ain't for the rock, pot or the weed

Then I take a sip, this vodka is weak

I need something that'll stop me from weeping

Then my nog' hits the wheel

My eyes locked on my feet and not even watching where I steer

A tear hits my lap, another swig's where it's at

The cap flying off and in the seat with the bag

They don't know what's coming they way

I'm ready to spray

Cause now a brotha got enough to pay for Christmas Day

Uh, the clock hits eight, they still on my ass

Pull a sharp right, so do they

It's a villainous task

Killing for cash, peelin' his cap

Blood spillin' from gash after gash

And I just keep dwelling on that

A few choppers up above me propel, beaming light on me

They just keep giving me hell

They have the sights on me

One more swig and I throw the bottle out of the car

The glass shatters, popping they tire

That'll show who's in charge

I pull a left into a parking lot

Such a hotspot for cops

They surround me as a stop

Astounding how I'm not shot

I got rounds in every pocket

And the energy bout to take off any time soon like a rocket

I step out of the vehicle, boots hitting the ice

They say "put your hands up!", and so I comply

Nothing much I can do in this situation

I'm facing a hundred cops and they barrels point at my face

And they temper is building higher

The fire burns up inside and I'm crying

My glassy eyes ain't persuading they violent minds

They move in closer, what the hell else am I gon' do?

Pick up the pump and shoot?

And leave blood staining my shoes?

But I just pick up the .9

Loading the clip one last time

Point it to my mind with pride to end criminal disguise

Tonight, the stars align

And I'd rather just die

I say "Merry Christmas everyone, and have a good-"