Lyrics To Go Featuring……..Blu

Every once in a while you run across a download that makes your day and you don’t mind the risk you take to get a few jewelz. Blu & Exile blessed us with a cd that is so much of a Holy Grail that it is no longer in print. (Ain’t that a b@#%? )  I won’t spend time breaking down the album because I touched on that in another post. But I will discuss a highlight on a cd full of jewelz; Cold Hearted is a jewel that makes you remember why you fell in love with hip-hop to begin with.

Cold Hearted tells a tale of a vicious cycle that many families go through, where examples you show your children today turns into their realities tomorrow. Blu used repetition to convey his message of a different sh@t but the same toilet, but through the process of telling the story you can feel the pain that Blu goes through.

Cold Hearted is a classic song on a classic album.

Blu & Exile – Cold Hearted

Cold Hearted

I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
Cause fun days don’t last, the last nigga to laugh
So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
And pain comes and it goes
But my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
Moms screamin’ for help, myself hot as a sun
Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops top drawer
When he left my momma twice in a week
My momma lifeless and weak, spendin’ her nights in the sheets
With seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Got heat from the newborns scorned brother
Blu black hearted and young
Raps fell off his tongue
Numb feelings remain
The pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young
Dumb niggas with guns cause fun days don’t last
The last nigga that blast got shots all in his back
Wrath fell on his soul but in my soul he remains
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
His blood ran through his moms
His moms ran outside
5 niggas with guns
Seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Pulled the heat and he was through
Threw dirt on his casket his mom will re-mask it
Still couldn’t hide tears years pass her son
Numb feelings remain
Pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
My mom still had a son
Dumb kid with a gun, that I got from my pops
Top drawer when he left
My momma fightin’ for years
My momma fightin’ her tears
Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
But the sun still shines
Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
Blu, life isn’t young
Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip Hop
But she left me for you, so I’m a give her to you
Cold hearted and young

- Blu & Exile