Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cousin of Death, artist - La Coka Nostra. Album song A Brand You Can Trust, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.07.2009
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Cousin of Death |
| 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 |
| (Slaine) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (Ill Bill) |
| 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 |
| Glory fades and glory days ain’t always what they seem |
| Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dream |
| 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 |