Blizzards 96 by Quis Chandla Lyrics
06 Santana cause I'm what the game been missing/
Couldn't keep up with the the jones’s no ballin while pops was missin/
I'm telling stories bout my mothers worries reminiscing/
Hoop dreams flushin down that toilet with no pot to piss in/
Needing for some distance At times I get dismissive/
8 years old but I'm thinking wiser with my intentions/
Couldn't see no progressin living in those conditions/
So I became a loner Homer just like a Simpson/
Innocent child, timid heart never got cold/
Even though that weather was kind of brutal as time goes/
Find someone to give a damn better luck hittin lotto/
I can't make no sense in this modern life I'm rocko/
So
I paint pictures like bob Ross and Picasso/
Every year the same life's road dodging all potholes/
Blizzard 96 fiends hold snow through they nostrils/
Uncles hooked up that shit so know they gon die slow/
(Mother Talking)
"Boy who told you close that damn over door. It’s cold as hell in here"
*Phone rings*
"Through all this damn snow they still called me into work. I don’t know how imma get through this storm but, oh well"
Some focused on gettin high
Some focused on gettin by/
Stirring up a notion all they think about is gettin fly/
It’s 96' they stickin niggas to roc some Karl Kanis/
Careful for you end up in that hearse rockin a suit and tie/
Invincible lost kids they never do realize/
Cold winters make warm summers is what we live by/
Gone till November and hope they make it to July/
Sick in they soul and yet they so scrutinized/
Lil homies had barely made it to puberty/
Fathers giving side eyes barely know what to do with me/
One things for sure
That Child support is coming out them 40 hours/ feeling like the love ain't what it used to be/
Broken homes buried in 4 feet
Of snow let me show off/
(Right, Right)
It’s time for me to get deep/
We plowed right through them streets it's like we needed a purpose/
(Right)
State of emergency kept the adults from working/
Mother Nature had gave a vacation to those deserving/
I'm over it cause my mind goes and casually searchin/
Too much time on my hands so I'm starting to notice/
The misery in my family all been coming to surface/
Cousins holding syringes but never had studied nursing/
Alcoholic and dealers hope my genetics ain't working
The wrong spirits placed in our blood so we hypothermic/
How we keep our bodies warm and divine by skipping the workshop
I'm too young just to be in the blizzard without some comfort
My soul is 12 below and I been pretending it don’t hurt/
2x
Streets been cold Soul of froze
Binge with frost bitten fingers and toes/
2x
I can pray everyday, Hope all this shit melts away/
There gon be a price to pay Can’t wash these demons away/
Couldn't keep up with the the jones’s no ballin while pops was missin/
I'm telling stories bout my mothers worries reminiscing/
Hoop dreams flushin down that toilet with no pot to piss in/
Needing for some distance At times I get dismissive/
8 years old but I'm thinking wiser with my intentions/
Couldn't see no progressin living in those conditions/
So I became a loner Homer just like a Simpson/
Innocent child, timid heart never got cold/
Even though that weather was kind of brutal as time goes/
Find someone to give a damn better luck hittin lotto/
I can't make no sense in this modern life I'm rocko/
So
I paint pictures like bob Ross and Picasso/
Every year the same life's road dodging all potholes/
Blizzard 96 fiends hold snow through they nostrils/
Uncles hooked up that shit so know they gon die slow/
(Mother Talking)
"Boy who told you close that damn over door. It’s cold as hell in here"
*Phone rings*
"Through all this damn snow they still called me into work. I don’t know how imma get through this storm but, oh well"
Some focused on gettin high
Some focused on gettin by/
Stirring up a notion all they think about is gettin fly/
It’s 96' they stickin niggas to roc some Karl Kanis/
Careful for you end up in that hearse rockin a suit and tie/
Invincible lost kids they never do realize/
Cold winters make warm summers is what we live by/
Gone till November and hope they make it to July/
Sick in they soul and yet they so scrutinized/
Lil homies had barely made it to puberty/
Fathers giving side eyes barely know what to do with me/
One things for sure
That Child support is coming out them 40 hours/ feeling like the love ain't what it used to be/
Broken homes buried in 4 feet
Of snow let me show off/
(Right, Right)
It’s time for me to get deep/
We plowed right through them streets it's like we needed a purpose/
(Right)
State of emergency kept the adults from working/
Mother Nature had gave a vacation to those deserving/
I'm over it cause my mind goes and casually searchin/
Too much time on my hands so I'm starting to notice/
The misery in my family all been coming to surface/
Cousins holding syringes but never had studied nursing/
Alcoholic and dealers hope my genetics ain't working
The wrong spirits placed in our blood so we hypothermic/
How we keep our bodies warm and divine by skipping the workshop
I'm too young just to be in the blizzard without some comfort
My soul is 12 below and I been pretending it don’t hurt/
2x
Streets been cold Soul of froze
Binge with frost bitten fingers and toes/
2x
I can pray everyday, Hope all this shit melts away/
There gon be a price to pay Can’t wash these demons away/