[Homeboy Sandman]
The trees barren
The black ice hazardous
Snow storm slowin’ up the ambulance
Ain’t had gloves
Hands fatten when I step inside
Eyes runny nose teary-eyed
Steam rise at the wound
Ancient cultures used to think it was a spirit
Shelters competition is furious
Think fast, point looked after
Cold hard facts
Colder with the wind chill factor
Characters, be their guests
You can’t see their eyes, but you can see their breath
God-willing, God-forbidden, good riddance to the frostbitten
No heroes below zero
Dark times, ain’t too much light
Sundown early, too much night
Cold hearts, cold stares, dead

When it’s raining it’s the perfect time for cryin’
When there’s plenty flowers growin’
To pick for decoration at the showin’
It’s the perfect time for dyin’
Nothing is black and white
It’s all gray, congestion in the street and in your sinus
The morning mist, the mourning and the misguided
Unclaimed, under spring showers
Spring forward through, like you might lose more than an hour
Danger son, nahmean?
When people start to see the green, you know it changes 'em
The birds and the bees return
Unsupervised seeds learn the birds and bees and take turns
The time when the life starts
The fact is that it won’t stay
It starts with a cryin', March
And ends with uncertainty, May
Puerto Ricans is downstairs
Drinkin’ and smokin’ and cussin’ and fussin’ and fightin’
Talkin’ to their kids like they grown ups
Now his daughter and son turn
Have a outburst, catch a sunburn
Never mind their tan
These fumes is too obnoxious
Somebody come and get this trash
Mosquitoes out to get me
Everything including the trigger finger is itchy
Hot tempers for who lookin’ the wrong way
Everyday is gonna be a long day
Humans, check
Try to never let em summon sweat when their soul humid
A toddler’s locked in the backseat, baking
Mother’s somewhere pacing
Mother nature packs heat
Some will kill, some will die, some will suffer, Summer

Heroes fall, yep
It's gettin' too chilly for playin’ ball
Easy there fellow, you might start to spurt red if you’re too yellow
Especially if you’re brown
Slow it down, take it slow
You don’t wanna make the mistake
Of steppin’ on a rake while cats is trying to rake in dough
And prove that they’re the hardest, during harvest
Freezin’
Put your hands up regardless of if you have questions
School of hard knocks back in session
Stomach’s growlin’ while the wind is howlin’
Everybody’s lyin’, everything is dyin’
The hollow me, shit is spooky, you ain’t gotta wait ‘til Halloween