"Blu black hearted and young"
Repeating the "Seed killer" lines at 2 different points in the song to illustrate different forms of death. Abortion and murder.
This is a deep, insightful narrative about his formative years. It does not flow in the way other story raps do, missing transitions and context. but his herky-jerky flow makes that lack of cohesion seem intentional.
Speaking of flow, that is precisely what drew me to this song. Blu has a myriad of flows which he employs liberally depending on the track. Here he decides to go with a hesitation, stutter step style which perfectly compliments the track as well as the aforementioned story structure.
"life is cold
cold is pain
pain is growth
and every seed that grows sees rain
and the rain gon' come it aint nothing new
but when its done the sun shining through"
cold is pain
pain is growth
and every seed that grows sees rain
and the rain gon' come it aint nothing new
but when its done the sun shining through"
life is cold
cold is pain
pain is growth
and any seed that grows sees rain
and the rain gon' come it aint nothing new
I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
cold is pain
pain is growth
and any seed that grows sees rain
and the rain gon' come it aint nothing new
I was cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
Cause fun days don't last, the last nigga to laugh
So rap fell on my tongue, numb feelings remain
And pain comes and it goes,
but my wounds shows the room where my pops beat my moms
Moms screamin' for help, myself hot as a sun
Cold hearted and young, a dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops, top drawer
when he left, my momma twice in a week
My momma lifeless and weak, spendin' her nights in the sheets
With seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Got heat from the newborns scorned brother
Blu black hearted and young
Raps fell off his tongue,
numb feelings remain
, the pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the tomb that now shelters my boy
My boy needed my help, myself not in the game
The game heartless and young
, dumb niggas with guns, cause fun days don't last
The last nigga that blast got shots all in his back
Wrath fell on his soul, but in my soul he remains
Pain comes and it goes,
but my wounds show the moon shining off of his blood
His blood ran through his moms,
his moms ran outside
, 5 niggas with guns
Seed killer number (one)
Seed killer number (two)
Seed killer number (three)
Pulled the heat and he was through
, threw dirt on his casket
His mom will re-mask it
, still couldn't hide tears years pass her son
Numb feelings remain
, pain comes and it goes
But my wounds show the groom that still married my mom
My mom still had a son
, dumb kid with a gun
That I got from my pops
, top drawer when he left
My momma fightin' for years,
my momma fightin' her tears
Now she gotta explain the game of her life to her son
, but the sun still shines
Nine children and a newborn scorn brother two
Blu, life isn't young
Dumb kid with a tongue, that I got from Hip Hop
, but she left me for you, so I'm a give her to you
Cold hearted and young
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