It’s cold

First, it’s a cold world you’re living in,

The streetz is cold, yes the very one you’re living in;

Expectedly, its cold, this air I’m breathing in,

I can’t remain hot for long, I can feel it, I’m giving in.

There’s a cold war going on in this family of mine;

Starting from the most loved, everyone’s position has been assigned;

I look back and there’s no one behind me on the line,

Now, who’s to blame if only to my goals I’m aligned.

Written by John Eiyemi.