Foth Dimen - Cold Christmas lyrics
[Intro] I wish I could show you my photo album growing up One bedroom apartment, sh** was hard [verse 1] When you drop new songs they relate to All your close friends wanna go & hate you That's when the police wanna go & raid you And all the pretty little b**hes wanna date you I motivated me, no one else did Apartment seven, that little broke kid Wanted toys, my moms can't afford it My mama's love became more important All I ever did was eat rice and beans I appreciated those types of things Faded pants, no designer jeans That's when I said "f** that! Man I'd rather dream." Maybe I don't wanna be broke Maybe I don't wanna keep sleepin' on the floor Maybe I don't wanna be sad no more From the things that I see every week at the store I'm sorry if I embarra**ed ya I kept complaining at the register Cuz you never bought me them wrestlers It's like having things was not meant for us Thank you God for being next to us I know some day you'll start blessin' us I know that's why you gave me confidence And mama gave me always that extra love [Hook] Cold Christmas Young Boy I was just like you Man you have no clue When I told you I had no Christmas My father was gone I felt so alone Oh man, oh man, oh man Cold Christmas Tell me oh why (Tell me) Tell me oh why (Just tell me) Tell me oh why (Why?) We never had them days Cold Christmas Young boy I was just like you Man you have no clue when I told you I had no Christmas [verse 2] My best friend got a new bike New clothes and some new Nikes He kept braggin', I kept smilin' I'm thinkin' "Homie them shoes nice" I never got sh** Even though I got good grades My little homie came through with some new J's I guess I gotta thank God It's a new day If you didn't get sh**, what would you say? Besides the truth Mama loves me, I know she do She been at work and the rent is due And she has no man, that's dependable That type of sh** ain't acceptable My mother still so affectional Besides the fact, we got left alone She still raised me respectable She taught me to never go steal Never be a thief, that will get you k**ed Gave me advice, that gave me the chills Never had money but I had a hot meal She picked me up from school I was hungry, she made me happy With Mexican food She made the greatest food Mama I'm sorry I called you from jail The feds put a hold so I got no bail Got commissary, don't even worry I'ma make it by myself Just pray for me And say you love me And respond to my mail Just pray for me And say you love me I'm sorry if I fail [Hook] [Outro] This to my little homies growin' up in watts Hell yea, growin' up in the muthaf**in' projects Or sometimes we don't get to value family And sh** as much as we should We too worried about materialistic things and all that bullsh** There's only one thing you need to give a f** about And that's family man, Oh yeah