When the Weather Turns Cold

All halo's glow, illustrations of gold
written in hieroglyphics
when the, soul savers, take control

Ride around puffing smoke
my composition with wings
free leaving battle grounds
escaping a dream

The pastures are green
my activation is extreme
I'm ready

Come around bouncing high
throw the loot in the Chevy
waters flooding in
busting hoe's, in the levy, again

I'm laying low, the products of sin
makes me hold

Watching from the mountain
where everything is froze

The environment changes
when the weather turns cold

Written By: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)