Winters coming I see it
Pouring rain to no ending
Darkness clouding my visionFinding a path ain′t easy
PV killin my vision
Man I think I'm finished
K camp got it easy
I′m still climbing six feet
Split said to come see em
Chozin open to sign me
I ain't ready to show em
Nigga the world ain't open
You a rapper that′s flowing
I′m a poet with no poems
Let me tell you my story
Brother please don't hoe me
Why you want nigga like me
Who can′t speak
Can't freestyle on a beat
Can′t sing or bring the heat
I'm a king without a throne
Entering a castle on my own
Hoping for someone see me
Mentally fighting
In a world that′s so giant
I'm a ant with no guidance
Working three jobs to live lie
No one could tell me
So what's the truth
Shit can you tell
I don′t know
But if I grab a revolver
Load the chamber
Spin one time an pull trigger
Will I live, die, or have cold feet
Will have cold feet
Will I have cold feet
I′m lookin' at the crazy man who
Broke the mirror with his hands
Seven years of bad luck
I guess this time I′m really fucked
So that's it, I′m at the end
Suicide's a rising trend
Bang I′m gone. Blood spatter
Wonder if I even matter
Or my pockets getting fatter
Can bring me laughter
In this world of disaster
Nigga Im ready to end this chapter
I'm tired of critics laughter
I'm tired of writing after
I′m tired of pushing shit with no back up
I need a new plan to put in action
They really testing my patience
Looking for clout can′t blame em
But its straining my motions
Going thru it might choke em
Talking on all the pain that I seen
I can't point fingers cause
The mirror points em back at me
I wish this was a dream
On my road to becoming king
I wish I was a rapper
But lately the visions bleak
Too many road to see
So I split em down the seams
But they only roads I see
Cause I got cold feet
