Cousin of Death
Glory fades and glory days ain’t
Always what they seem
Give all I got and make my
Salat and dream my broken dreams
I crawl inside, ball up and hide
Tuck my pain away
And hope to God I fall into
A sleep where I can stay
We all got bills to settle
We all got a price to pay
And if I make it through the
Night I can fight another day
They say it’s better to burn out
Than it is to fade away
I just hope to God I can fall
Into a sleep where I can stay
It was a couple of years ago
That I started becoming numb
No one could understand where all
My words were coming from
Having visions of a nine-to-five
A wife, a blunt, a son
Of a life of hustle getting by
With some of the running gun
Is it best to be a crumb
My ex says he’s a bum
Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny
It hung
In the balance, rum, I’m drinking gallons
Some think that my flows
Are more poetic than the poems of Edgar Allen
Poe, but I know that I’m
At a challenge though
I can hold an old Calico to my
Dome and let my talents go
Shit, I spent my whole life
Around the violence so
I planted seeds of hate, oh
I let my habit's grow
I slept with the homeless
I copped with the fiends
Lost the love inside my heart
I even forgot what it means
Seen the ripest nights turn
Into the rottenest schemes
But through it all I have
Never forgotten my dreams
When the gutters fill with blood that’s
Spilled from friends that pass away
And memories of eulogies while
Standing by their graves
Just trying to survive we wind
Up living lives like slaves
I hope to God I can fall into
A sleep where I can stay
We all got beef to settle
We all got demons to slay
And if I pray all through the
Night I can fight another day
They say it’s better to burn out
Than it is to fade away
I just hope to God I can fall
Into a sleep where I can stay
Rest in peace to my homie Sob
I stand before an altar of
Open sepultures and coffins
I heard Javier got killed
It didn’t seem real
With an army of goons drinking
Straight vodka to deal
We live and die by the gun
Wear our hearts on our sleeves
Even though our compassion’s destined to
Die on the streets what’s leftover, a cold
Hollow murder machine
With an appetite for malevolence, perversion
And greed when one of us dies
We don’t really learn anything
Outside the funeral doing bumps
Burning trees
Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels
Sometimes your friends die the
Most awkward strangers i can’t lie
Sometimes this life makes me
A stranger to myself
But I’m pulling myself together
It’s bigger than just me
As I spit this bear witness to truth
My unborn seed listens while I
Spit in the booth