Ben Cocks
So Cold
Oh you can't hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you standing on your own
It's so quiet in here and I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home
Oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo
Mmhmm mhmmmm mhmmm

They throwing shades but I stay in the sun
True lies with anxiety on the run
Characteristics blinded the love the gone
Even tho we far apart we still ain’t done

Ma pen game writing visions they didn’t know then
Pill kill the brain cells, flesh lust all sin
Respect to ma Og's a shot for the check in
Mind games don’t work violate on the West end
Glock on left uh dagger on the right hand
Contemplating decisions arise with the same plan
Might go today so I woke up with the same dream
Reaper throwing death schemes but ma angels infrared beams
Scream loud enough the pain turns into norm see
Therapeutical you feel urge you can call me
A house full of treasures but your souls so empty
A body filled with pleasures but you stroll all lonely
Room so silent you hear the pin drop pronto
Music for the sad mind a hard pill to swallow
Screams switching pitches ma voice turn soprano
Words, metaphors I’m known to have the ammo

Oh you can't hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you standing on your own
It's so quiet in here and I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home
Oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo
Mmhmm mhmmmm mhmmm

Ma dreams ain't dead ma dreams ain't dead
I said my dreams ain’t dead they slept a while like Jesus
Resurrected flame bars for the crowd I’m genius
Mama sent his son he died in name of allegiance
You see world favors the rich who born prestigious
Instagram flicks we lost in the times of the ages
No more love it’s the likes with em make up faces
Young girls getting surgery like we blind to the changes
I told ma myself gotta strive not matter phases
Stare in ma eyes I cry in a timely occasion
From where you standing you can tell my stories is endless
Feel the grief, the emotions , ma sorrows in cages
Minorities plead but they still don’t hear our cases
Mothers praying to the lord on a regular basis
Play your cards right but you sure ain’t feeling the progress
So many decks but system controlling the aces
Yes I know the feeling the agony suppressed
Let it all out the masses thinking you depressed
When you don’t think like them their egos take offense
Flipping the pages but the chapters compressing effects

Oh you can't hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you standing on your own
It's so quiet in here and I feel so cold
This house no longer feels like home
Oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo oooo
Mmhmm mhmmmm mhmmm