(verse 1) - b.ware

yeah... unh, uh-unh...

Heavy letters of bold
fragmented sentences from the etcher of scrolls
wretched and cold (so cold)
can you dig the tales told, mine my mind
it swells with gold… but so cold (so cold)
thoughts impaled on the north pole
while the pale seek control of the whole globe
my #2 spews pure karats, 24
sure, air it, our parents fought through clearances
hope uncouth, youth so arid
little to fair with
so we fiddle with riddles over instrumentals
to free our souls, indeed
but you can see when we breathe (why?)
‘cause we so cold
God, how I bereaved when they took Anthony
became frigid, freed by forgiveness
now I snitch on society, what a witness
the lot of its fallacies…
I’m Lot, sprinting to the Black block from the tyranny

(hook 1) - b.ware

so we think poems, and we sing songs
with our bling on, sellin’ ring tones
pinky rings shown, easily reach domes
in ghetto streets, homes, till they repeat
gone!

(verse 2) - b.ware

but I can show you where the fire sleeps
though we Antarctic-hearted, lungs permafrosted
the arch villains been accosted for the nonsense
hearken for harbingers like drinkers of the hard liquor…
make it simpler, we wanted Love and guidance
got addicts and pimpers
and they blame the young
if we been heathen since teethin’ be believing it’s cause you raised’em

(hook 2) - b.ware

but, since they ain’t raise us, we gotta train us
wake our brains up, hang the pain up
can’t be a lame duck, we are the anchor
this is our aim, bust!

(verse 3) - b.ware

furthermore, I black-al gore it
truth inconvenient, no lenience, you can store it
fools lie… if ignorance is bliss I’m headed for suicide
the globes warmin’, you’re great but in this House you’re all Foreman
and the hospital is so cold, deadly decorum
conflictin’ temperatures with the outdoors
we are The Free… when touring, we go green
Civic sitting with a pro-lean
hosting all our shows mean, whole team
hoping all of our quotings hit your eye like Moe Greene
God Father…
wanna give’em a better view, though they souls froze
in streets where souls crush crack pipes
crack crushes souls, froze, guzzlin’ spirit water
will get your spirit farther from The Father
but we survive the fire, Travis Barker
and we snow cold, I got the space-heater
to warm the race, no fever
me and Sugar-Free, unh!

(singing) - Adrienne Walker

soul so cold… soul so cold

(talking) - Corey P. Henry

Soul on Ice...