Cold Feet

Big city of dreams, big city of schemes
Sin city of teens, where all mystic is real
Datz whut money made us
But in shade of moneymakerz
U can find dusty beggaz
Who got still cold feet
Wit no heat
All year along in these raw streets
Some folks help em, some hurt em
Punks burn em
Yellin 'if ya want money, run, earn em!'
But bums just limpin round railway station
Searchin trash bins, datz their passion
Never can stay patient
2 get some coins 4 booze
N from my point of view
Datz not choice of few
Cuz they trynna drown a regret 
Trynna find a reset
Eatin off can, drinkin cheap wine
Feelin real' fine
But in the meantime
Aint realizin dat aint a way out
Instead of thinkin of layout
N bringin a payout
How to start a new life
Get some job, find a tru wife
Got a good time
Raise the kidz, make the chips
Feed the fam n pay the bills