EVERY HERO DIES

Hold up, show me what you made of 'cause everything about the way you came up says you made it far but you got a long way to go Moretime, you could buy the world with more time A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind," but how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane? It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine nevermind that they couldn't do the time I used to respect you -- something like that southern-type respect for your elders but you weren't that far ahead of me. I lost that when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy and locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me from becoming just another top story on the 9 o'clock news From all the hours that they spent in church sat in the pews, they kept your families from grieving and singing the blues over you It's a cold train ride headed to the other side Every hero dies one day, that's your story or my story Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me Lord Bad communicator, I admit it I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that I been spending every hour of my time on the grind Your 24's looking nothing like mine is Y'all are always stuck on the impressions and really I relate 'cause I wanted em to see that I was more than just an underprivileged kid from the hood making ends meet East London, I'll see you in about 10 years But it's different -- you showing off for people you could never love Digging every trench way deeper than it already was Going at your homeboy's necks doing it all for sport We crabs in a barrel but I was your support I always thought if one goes clear then we all do, but you think if I go clear then you fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me I'm standing at the crossroads of giving you grace or giving you hell but only time could tell Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me from becoming just another top story on the 9 o'clock news From all the hours that they spent in church sat in the pews, they kept your families from grieving and singing the blues over you It's a cold train ride headed to the other side Every hero dies one day, that's your story or my story Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me Lord Hold up, show me what you made of 'cause everything about the way you came up says you made it far but you got a long way to go Moretime, you could buy the world with more time A few close ones are saying "stay on your grind," but how they say that when they don't stay in their own lane? It's DUI's for the guys swerving in mine nevermind that they couldn't do the time I used to respect you -- something like that southern-type respect for your elders but you weren't that far ahead of me. I lost that when I was down -- you told me all my problems weren't real when I was offline. Boy I must've lost sight or never seen a sign of your pedigree, 'cause I know this ain't the same grown man crying on the cold floor of the bathroom drunk looking for sympathy and locked himself inside 'cause his girl's around And your sideman ain't even worth the mention, but lay him in the crosshairs just so we can split up all the tension Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me from becoming just another top story on the 9 o'clock news From all the hours that they spent in church sat in the pews, they kept your families from grieving and singing the blues over you It's a cold train ride headed to the other side Every hero dies one day, that's your story or my story Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me Lord Bad communicator, I admit it I'm sat here wishing I could use telepathy for you to get that I been spending every hour of my time on the grind Your 24's looking nothing like mine is Y'all are always stuck on the impressions and really I relate 'cause I wanted em to see that I was more than just an underprivileged kid from the hood making ends meet East London, I'll see you in about 10 years But it's different -- you showing off for people you could never love Digging every trench way deeper than it already was Going at your homeboy's necks doing it all for sport We crabs in a barrel but I was your support I always thought if one goes clear then we all do, but you think if I go clear then you fade to black. Step out the spotlight and get acting shady If I'm the villain, ask yourself how you framed me I'm standing at the crossroads of giving you grace or giving you hell but only time could tell Only my grandmothers' prayers saved me from becoming just another top story on the 9 o'clock news From all the hours that they spent in church sat in the pews, they kept your families from grieving and singing the blues over you It's a cold train ride headed to the other side Every hero dies one day, that's your story or my story Only trust myself 'til the day the hearse pulling up for me Lord