Cold Christmas Lyrics

I wish I could show you my photo album growin' up...One bedroom apartment,Shit was hard.(Ohhh!! Go on the beat! Go on the beat!)When you drop new songs they relate to
All your close friends wanna go and hate you
That's when the police wanna go and raid you
And all the pretty little bitches wanna date youI'm motivated, me no one else did
Apartment seven, that little broke kid
Wanted toys, my moms can't afford it
My mama's love become more importantAll I ever did was eat rice and beans
I appreciated those types of things
Faded pants no designer jeans
That's when I said "Fuck that! Man I rather dream!"
Maybe I don't wanna be broke
Maybe I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor
Maybe I don't wanna be sad no more
From the things that I see every week at the storeI'm sorry if I embarrassed ya
I kept complainin' at the register
Cuz you never bought them wrestlahs
It's like havin' things that's not meant for usThank you God for bein next to us
I know some day you'll start blessin' us

I know, that's why you gave me confidence and mama gave me always that extra loveCold ChristmasYoung boy I was just like you
Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)My father was gone
I felt so alone
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.)
Tell me oh why (Tell me)
Tell me oh why (Just tell me)
Tell me oh why (Why?.)
We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit...)Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit)Young boy I was just like you, man you had no clue when I told you I had no ChristmasMy best friend got a new bike
New clothes and some new Nikes
He kept braggin', I kept smilin'
I'm thinkin' "Homie them shoes nice"I never got shit even tho I got good grades
My little homie came through with some new J's
I guess I gotta thank God it's a new day
If you didn't get shit, what would you say?Besides the truth
Mama loves me, I know she do
She been at work and the rent is due
And she has no man, that's dependable
That type of shit ain't acceptable
My mother still so affectional
Besides the fact we got left alone
She still raised me respectableShe taught me to never go steal
Never be a thief, that'll get you killed
Gave me advice, that gave me the chills
Never had money but I had a hot mealShe picked me up from schoo'
I was hungry, she made me happy with Mexican food
She made the greatest foodMama I'm sorry I called you from jail
The feds put on hold so I got no bail
Got commissary, don't even worry, imma make it by myselfJust pray for me and say you love me and respond to my mail
Just pray for me and say you love me, I'm sorry if I failCold ChristmasYoung boy I was just like you
Man you had no clue when I told you I had a Cold Christmas (Christmas, Christmas)My father was gone
I felt so alone
Oh man, oh man, oh man, Cold Christmas (God damn the struggle in the ghetto and shit.)Tell me oh why (Tell me)
Tell me oh why (Just tell me)
Tell me oh why (Why?.)
We never had them days (Growin' up in the ghetto and shit.)Cold Christmas (Gunshots goin' off and shit.)Young boy I was just like you, man you have no clue when I told you I have no ChristmasCold ChristmasIt's to my little homies growin' up in wattsHehehe.Hell yea, growin' up in the muthafuckin' projectsWas some times we don't get to value family and shit as much as we should...Too worried to materialistic things and all that bullshit.There's only thing you needa give a fuck about and that's family manOh yea
Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.