La Coka Nostra - Cousin of Death lyrics

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Glory fades and glory days ain’t always what they seem

Give all I got and make my salaat 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 habits 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

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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 left over 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