Rest in peace to my homie Sob I stand before a alter of sepulturas 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 a appetite for malevolence perversion and greed When one of us dies we don't realy learn anything Outside the funeral doing bumps burning trees Ploting revenge crying over fallen angels Sometimes your friends die the most akward strangers I can't lie sometimes this life makes me a stranger to myself As i spit this bear witness to truth My unborn seed listens while i spit in the booth