| Song | Cousin of Death |
| Artist | La Coka Nostra |
| Album | A Brand You Can Trust |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Braunstein, Carroll, Schrody |
| [00:02.95][00:31.88][00:53.09][01:37.29][01:58.69][02:20.47][03:03.82][03:24.79][03:46.94] | |
| [00:10.85][03:04.08] | Glory fades and glory days ain't always what they seem |
| [00:15.89][03:09.36] | Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dreams |
| [00:21.30][03:14.34] | I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away |
| [00:26.53][03:19.62] | And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [00:32.18][03:25.59] | We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay |
| [00:37.29][03:30.58] | And if I make it through the night I can fight another day |
| [00:42.64][02:10.03][03:36.11] | They say it's better to burn out than it is to fade away |
| [00:47.93][02:15.43][03:41.58] | I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [00:53.46] | It was a couple of years ago that I started becoming numb |
| [00:56.70] | No one could understand where all my words were coming from |
| [00:59.50] | Having visions of a nine-to-five, a wife, a blunt, a son |
| [01:02.17] | Of a life of hustle getting by with some of the running gun |
| [01:04.78] | Is it best to be a crumb? My ex says he's a bum |
| [01:08.62] | Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung |
| [01:11.41] | In the balance, rum, I'm drinking gallons, some think that my flows |
| [01:15.02] | Are more poetic than the poems of Edgar Allen Poe |
| [01:17.07] | But I know that I'm at a challenge though |
| [01:19.75] | I can hold an old Calico to my dome and let my talents go |
| [01:22.48] | Shit, I spent my whole life around the violence so |
| [01:25.16] | I planted seeds of hate oh I let my habits grow |
| [01:27.90] | I slept with the homeless, I copped with the fiends |
| [01:30.19] | Lost the love inside my heart, I even forgot what it means |
| [01:32.81] | Seen the ripest nights turn into the rottenest schemes |
| [01:35.42] | But through it all I have never forgotten my dreams |
| [01:37.61] | When the gutters fill with blood that's spilled from friends that pass away |
| [01:42.58] | And memories of eulogies while standing by their graves |
| [01:47.87] | Just trying to survive we wind up living lives like slaves |
| [01:53.21] | I hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [01:59.44] | We all got beef to settle, we all got demons to slay |
| [02:04.67] | And if I pray all through the night I can fight another day |
| [02:21.15] | Rest in peace to my homie Sob |
| [02:22.84] | I stand before an altar of open sepultures and coffins |
| [02:26.50] | I heard Javier got killed, it didn't seem real |
| [02:29.11] | With an army of goons drinking straight vodka to deal |
| [02:31.66] | We live and die by the gun, wear our hearts on our sleeves |
| [02:34.72] | Even though our compassion's destined to die on the streets |
| [02:37.27] | What's left over a cold hollow murder machine |
| [02:39.63] | With an appetite for malevolence, perversion, and greed |
| [02:42.50] | When one of us dies we don't really learn anything |
| [02:45.23] | Outside the funeral doing bumps, burning trees |
| [02:48.03] | Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels |
| [02:50.45] | Sometimes your friends die the most awkward strangers |
| [02:53.07] | I can't lie, sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself |
| [02:56.17] | But I'm pulling myself together, it's bigger than just me |
| [02:59.16] | As I spit this bear witness to truth |
| [03:01.15] | My unborn seed listens while I spit in the booth |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Braunstein, Carroll, Schrody |
| [00:02.95][00:31.88][00:53.09][01:37.29][01:58.69][02:20.47][03:03.82][03:24.79][03:46.94] | |
| [00:10.85][03:04.08] | Glory fades and glory days ain' t always what they seem |
| [00:15.89][03:09.36] | Give all I got and make my salaat and dream my broken dreams |
| [00:21.30][03:14.34] | I crawl inside, ball up and hide, tuck my pain away |
| [00:26.53][03:19.62] | And hope to God I fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [00:32.18][03:25.59] | We all got bills to settle, we all got a price to pay |
| [00:37.29][03:30.58] | And if I make it through the night I can fight another day |
| [00:42.64][02:10.03][03:36.11] | They say it' s better to burn out than it is to fade away |
| [00:47.93][02:15.43][03:41.58] | I just hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [00:53.46] | It was a couple of years ago that I started becoming numb |
| [00:56.70] | No one could understand where all my words were coming from |
| [00:59.50] | Having visions of a ninetofive, a wife, a blunt, a son |
| [01:02.17] | Of a life of hustle getting by with some of the running gun |
| [01:04.78] | Is it best to be a crumb? My ex says he' s a bum |
| [01:08.62] | Lashing out in violence whenever my destiny it hung |
| [01:11.41] | In the balance, rum, I' m drinking gallons, some think that my flows |
| [01:15.02] | Are more poetic than the poems of Edgar Allen Poe |
| [01:17.07] | But I know that I' m at a challenge though |
| [01:19.75] | I can hold an old Calico to my dome and let my talents go |
| [01:22.48] | Shit, I spent my whole life around the violence so |
| [01:25.16] | I planted seeds of hate oh I let my habits grow |
| [01:27.90] | I slept with the homeless, I copped with the fiends |
| [01:30.19] | Lost the love inside my heart, I even forgot what it means |
| [01:32.81] | Seen the ripest nights turn into the rottenest schemes |
| [01:35.42] | But through it all I have never forgotten my dreams |
| [01:37.61] | When the gutters fill with blood that' s spilled from friends that pass away |
| [01:42.58] | And memories of eulogies while standing by their graves |
| [01:47.87] | Just trying to survive we wind up living lives like slaves |
| [01:53.21] | I hope to God I can fall into a sleep where I can stay |
| [01:59.44] | We all got beef to settle, we all got demons to slay |
| [02:04.67] | And if I pray all through the night I can fight another day |
| [02:21.15] | Rest in peace to my homie Sob |
| [02:22.84] | I stand before an altar of open sepultures and coffins |
| [02:26.50] | I heard Javier got killed, it didn' t seem real |
| [02:29.11] | With an army of goons drinking straight vodka to deal |
| [02:31.66] | We live and die by the gun, wear our hearts on our sleeves |
| [02:34.72] | Even though our compassion' s destined to die on the streets |
| [02:37.27] | What' s left over a cold hollow murder machine |
| [02:39.63] | With an appetite for malevolence, perversion, and greed |
| [02:42.50] | When one of us dies we don' t really learn anything |
| [02:45.23] | Outside the funeral doing bumps, burning trees |
| [02:48.03] | Plotting revenge, crying over fallen angels |
| [02:50.45] | Sometimes your friends die the most awkward strangers |
| [02:53.07] | I can' t lie, sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself |
| [02:56.17] | But I' m pulling myself together, it' s bigger than just me |
| [02:59.16] | As I spit this bear witness to truth |
| [03:01.15] | My unborn seed listens while I spit in the booth |