Snowstorm

I was born in Mississauga but I've never seen a snowstorm

It's different levels when you know that's why your nose warm

Clothes worn, tattered on the balcony

Pressure from that alchemy's probably how all my prose formed

I could have been born 5 seconds from scorn

And had another life where a nigga settling scores

Take you round the block through some very threatening shores

Catch you cookin' cake to some deafening applause

I always wanted that life that's the root of the cause

And I could probably see at night running missions with jaws

And I would have to keep a knife, all the visions evolved

And we was all kids once, some decisions involved