Its cold outside,
The kids are in house alone,
Mothers gone shopping for lay-a-way,
Pops is working bringing home fuel to the table,
And the blood on the streets is turning to ice.
Shit, even Satan caught some sniffles and shivers.
Its frozen like dying dreams out here,
Chilled stares and cold shoulders don’t make it any better.
Especially since, losing hope makes you lose heat quicker.
Its hard to drive with no spark or fire,
But begin your rise and let these sparks fly.
With a strong heart you can be warm.