Kliff Press - Cold Floors

It was cold floors
That made me write these cold flows
Under covers fully clothed
Early mornings at the stove
With my brothers in a huddle
Trying to get our hands warm
Thinking of a master plan
The only way a change come
You can beg to differ
These my eyes
So you can't tell me different
Hope you get the picture
It got bigger than the people in it
Odds are never fair
So don't be looking at my people different
Life had beat us down
Just allow me to put some speakers in it

Cold Floors, The night before a Christmas
Had me cold hearted
Mama mad about a tree
But made sure we had gifts regardless
Let it snow, We still sang the songs
Played on the radio
Kisses from my mama
Full of tears, without a mistletoe
Heated in my thoughts
Anger help me fight the brain freeze
Coldest days and colder night
Curses for the winter weeks
A man without his own
Beware the winter
As the winter reaps
Bundled in his home
The creaking floor
No central air and heat
Cause back before it ended
The beginning we left up to y'all
My struggle was your struggle
And you let me so you help me fall
Thought my heart was cold
But I had put some tears behind a call
Can't say you my hero
Turns out you a villain after all
Heart stone cold
I could fuck around and jack frost
Known to ride a beat
Feel like along the way it got lost
Wish I could get it back
But you can't even say what track I'm on
Closed the door and turned your back
Sorry that it took so long

It was cold floors
That made me write these cold flows
Under covers fully clothed
Early mornings at the stove
With my brothers in a huddle
Trying to get our hands warm
Thinking of a master plan
The only way a change come
You can beg to differ
These my eyes
So you can't tell me different
Hope you get the picture
It got bigger than the people in it
Odds are never fair
So don't be looking at my people different
Life had beat us down
Just allow me to put some speakers in it

I be smoking loud
Because it balance out the silent nights
The quiet conversations
Confrontations of my own mind
Figments in my vision
Wishing somehow I could exercise
Fearing for my vision
As I recognize they emphasize
True or not
You can't tell me different
You ain't do a lot
Helped you build a house
And you forgot
Then got a newer spot
Sleeping on the sofa
Cause the room you had to move me out
Gave that bitch a ring
And all she let you do was shoot your shot
Lord knows
Came a long way
Been down that way before
Angels fighting demons
Think my angels let the demons close
Settling for less is the reason
We never ask more
Put my life on paper
Let these pages be my passport
Rather walk on flames of fame
Coals and rocks
Than be walking round the house
I'm wearing two pair of socks
Feel like the land before time
It's like the time would jus stop
I feel like I'm father time
I had to thaw out the clock

It was cold floors
That made me write these cold flows
Under covers fully clothed
Early mornings at the stove
With my brothers in a huddle
Trying to get our hands warm
Thinking of a master plan
The only way a change come
You can beg to differ
These my eyes
So you can't tell me different
Hope you get the picture
It got bigger than the people in it
Odds are never fair
So don't be looking at my people different
Life had beat us down
Just allow me to put some speakers in it
Cold floors

Written by:
Clifton Presley

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