Ice      (Lyrics and Music - Ed McGee)

Chicago likes to take his time
And let the moment breathe like fine wine.
He can let you think he found he found his groove,
But then he’s ‘round the back door with a smooth move.
You think it’s gonna stop,
He’ll keep it to himself,
But then he makes the drop,
Ends up top shelf. 

Minneapolis has to have it fast,
There ain’t another man that he can’t slip past.
He likes to think it’s all geometry,
To get from A to B you gotta see C.
So quick to make a pass,
But then he’s outta sight,
He gets it back so fast,
Turn on the red light. 

Ice
Cold blood rushing through their veins, cold
Ice
Cold hearts, the players play the game, cold
Ice
Cold steel, cut, carve, slice
Ice
Cold souls gliding on the ice. 

South Boston let’s you come to him
And you can knock all day, but you won’t get in.
He can always find his way to you,
Put up your best defense and he will shoot through.
With so much in between,
Now you’ve lost control,
You’re behind the screen,
Look out – five hole.