Winter in Manhattan

[Verse 1: Sintax] The cloud heaved its chest to breathe the breath of God for heaven's sake Freeze the crystal face of Yahweh on a sheet of liquid space So no man could duplicate or counterfeit His handiwork Press the palm print of the universe on snowflakes to disperse They descended upon the earth blessed with reckless abandon Fully landed, intercepted by a curse so underhanded Now they're stranded on an island strip in the Atlantic Manhattan hides her mayhem in a mask of winter magic Snowing in Manhattan like your dreams, it never happened Crashing to the earth because nobody strapped them in Lashing out and splashing wisdom in your face to wake you up Jehovah's living water, but you got a broken cup And you filled it up with latte and you're sitting at a Starbucks Purchase peace of mind, but can't spare poverty a dime Blind believer; snow falling on the cedars A blanket of blessing is the cloak of the deceiver Got you fitted for a failure that he measured by the meter Draped in comfort's cape, so you got nothing left to fear Except the fear of no escape and the fate to which you're born A grate on 38th street in hopes to keep you warm Whether or not you survive the storm doesn't really factor in If you thought you'd last the winter, then you'd better think again The world would sell you water, steal a quarter from a friend You better think again, you better think again [Verse 2: Freddie Bruno] Yo, I keep it ill and rebuild a monolith up to the cosmos Plant spirals on the tip as a landmark for all coasts Take life as a package deal and wander aimlessly A zombie wearing a smile is what I came to be Took the glitter as gold and made a tithe on Sunday I got it back tenfold disguised as wordplay Now I'm rapping through a winter in Manhattan for the listener Heal sheets with blue stripes like I'm your local practitioner [Verse 3: Listener] So, heal this wanderer standing on this sidewalk lonely Turning my face to the side, sighing to watch my breath Exhale in the air. Swallowing to keep from crying Watching people, thinking that all my life I wasn't even trying Cold hearted winter receiving no token warmth for my dying This cancer of regret has got my voice locked in my throat Stepping off the curb in Central Park and observing Non-participant of happiness, I know That it's my fault and I've kept myself locked in my prison diseased Pleased at the time of my sedentary nature And now consciously merge my life with the fallen leaves [Verse 4: Sev Statik] I'm work for hire which means I ain't seeing a dime for my rhymes But I ignore the business side and dollar signs I just write what's inside for you folks outside I gotta follow my calling and swallow my pride You might see DS5 in some dope magazine ads Like Stress and XXL to promote record sales Cash rules everything around these labels And how they make decisions, how they be painting a picture Larger than life, even larger than Christ, I ain't kidding You think it matters the company, secular or Christian? Think again my friend, we've all been deceived The bottom line is money green with the idea of ministry It's history; Christian acts carbon copy worldly cats From the sound they create to the image they attach I ain't saying no names because the truth could get me blackballed But it's ungodly to be faking and bite off of Biggie Smalls [Sintax] The world would sell you water take a quarter from a friend Yo, you better think again, you better think again You better think again, you better think again Yo, you better think again, you better think again