glory fades and glory days aint 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 its 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 hes a bum lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung in the balance rum im drinking gallons some think that my flows are more poetic than the poems of edgar allen poe but i know that im 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 thats 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 its 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 didnt 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 compassions destined to die on the streets whats leftover a cold hollow murder machine with an appetite for malevolence perversion and greed when one of us dies we dont 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 cant lie sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself but im pulling myself together its bigger than just me as i spit this bear witness to truth my unborn seed listens while i spit in the booth 