Winters coming I see it

Pouring rain to no ending

Darkness clouding my visionFinding a path ain′t easy

PV killin my vision

Man I think I'm finished

K camp got it easy

I′m still climbing six feet

Split said to come see em

Chozin open to sign me

I ain't ready to show em

Nigga the world ain't open

You a rapper that′s flowing

I′m a poet with no poems

Let me tell you my story

Brother please don't hoe me

Why you want nigga like me

Who can′t speak

Can't freestyle on a beat

Can′t sing or bring the heat

I'm a king without a throne

Entering a castle on my own

Hoping for someone see me

Mentally fighting

In a world that′s so giant

I'm a ant with no guidance

Working three jobs to live lie

No one could tell me

So what's the truth

Shit can you tell

I don′t know

But if I grab a revolver

Load the chamber

Spin one time an pull trigger

Will I live, die, or have cold feet

Will have cold feet

Will I have cold feet

I′m lookin' at the crazy man who

Broke the mirror with his hands

Seven years of bad luck

I guess this time I′m really fucked

So that's it, I′m at the end

Suicide's a rising trend

Bang I′m gone. Blood spatter

Wonder if I even matter

Or my pockets getting fatter

Can bring me laughter

In this world of disaster

Nigga Im ready to end this chapter

I'm tired of critics laughter

I'm tired of writing after

I′m tired of pushing shit with no back up

I need a new plan to put in action

They really testing my patience

Looking for clout can′t blame em

But its straining my motions

Going thru it might choke em

Talking on all the pain that I seen

I can't point fingers cause

The mirror points em back at me

I wish this was a dream

On my road to becoming king

I wish I was a rapper

But lately the visions bleak

Too many road to see

So I split em down the seams

But they only roads I see

Cause I got cold feet