Verse 1:

Cold words whispering inside my brain begging to win/ bouncing off the inside of my dome the shit is echoing/ I turn on the t.v and sin/ start cussing and arguing/ I don't mean to be rude but most of these dudes are so feminine/ They're centering around fame and materialism/ instead of the message delivered knowing many would listen/ Wasting the moment by giving up more props to myself/ 'It's all about me fuck unity and everyone else'/ That's a bitch move by a bitch dude and you're a bitch too/ If you call that art or Hip Hop you're a lost fool/ Blind sheep can't lead cos they can't see/ peace be the journey it's E-toll free/ (Fuck the A.N.C) in the ass with a rubber/ or you'll catch that fat cat dis-ease my brother/ I'm not talking about the big three I'm talking about greed/ cos they're focused on what they want and not what we need/ I have...

Hook:
Cold words, on my head and shoulder
Hanging heavy on my heart drawing peace closer
If you're ready with a spark for these trees toast up
Even though we don't drink and smoke like we're supposed ta/ Ice...

X 2

Verse 2:

I'm like Uh, uh, uh, uh Fuck The Police/ Like...Uh, uh, uh, uh Fuck The Police/ Yo I try to preach about peace on these dope beats/ but these cold words made my heart freeze fuck these/ blocked arteries stopping the oxygen from my brain/ but who needs it anyway I hit the weed to maintain/ like a soul train hi-jacked by bandits at night/ who never stole anything they just gave ya boy a mic right/ Let me show you how to do this Hip Hop-ness/ We talk sense in flawless flows you'll notice/ the dopest emcees always tell where the hope lives/ in a inner peace we wrote this for hopeless/ hearts in the dark who need to spark a light/ it starts with the God in you mould your might/ and make life your work of art as you strive on/ Reincarnate your pain to joy and be reborn/ Ice...

Hook x 2

Verse 3:

I speak for the broke population we're more then a few/ Your insults to our struggle are irrelevant and untrue/ From your point of view and attitude you need cash to be cool/ To buy expensive things to make you special and beautiful/ Such is society they're origin they're quick to forget/ A starving lion is more dangerous then one who has fed/ You don't need fancy cars and clothes to get street cred./ Only the shallow are impressed. Sharks dwell in the depths/ Relishing breaths with skeleton friends needing a job/ With small bank accounts, loyalty, trust and a big heart/ The love is priceless we're nicest when moving with God/ all you need is Faith in your heart like Biggie and Pac/ Paths interlocked like lovers during the dance of love/ Sleeping around will leave your sacral chakra corrupt/ They use sex in their marketing campaign to sell their kak/ and then hate on prostitutes. Contradicting fucks!/ it's just...