ur hands too cold for brooklyn

ur hands too cold baby pressed at my thighs
ur hands too cold

we got rich today my boys my children my brothers my blood my girl things are a-changin' for the hood
u ain't never seen nothin' like his smile got gold instead of teeth my brothers my lovers my kid my girl

ay yo i got kids my brother ain't nobody seen nothin' like it they look like they always bleedin' somewhere
my brother they got my girl's smile ay yo i got kids can't be messin' wi' no guns no mo' my brother

somebody's momma always gots to be buryin' someone my boys & it ain't gon' be me brother they always lookin'
for some box to fit us in wooden/metal don't make no difference my girl she got two legs and a brain she's my baby's momma
you know she got more than hate behind her eyes you know ay yo my girl & i got kids now been too long since i kissed a gun
& smoke stays on ur lips a lot longer than lipstick you know brother i got this big hole somewhere
sometimes the hole is outside & sometimes i am the hole you feel me brother

hands too cold for brooklyn

an overheard conversation