Fallen Hero's
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
True you gone
Flipping the rivers and still you roar
Cannot pretend how this feeling hurt
Free your flames till a hope is found
Simple ain't perfect
Your soul on a battle ground
Giving those niggas a pact
When the feeling ain't giving them niggas a life or They prolly ain't having their dreams in the light
So the feeling goes deeper
Some records aint breaking
Some brothers are quitting
Some hero's are dying
This quarter back feeling ain't something worth living
The journey compelling
Its harder to cope
When the heart ain't believing and some niggas have said it n did it
Then why is this feeling gon happen to niggas Who've said it and felt it
But never complete it
This world is a cruel
My dreams is a fluke
This feeling is cold
Heavenly flow
But hell in my soul
Questions and feelings
The voices competing
They lost in a rhythm
How are the hero's are dying biblical
Lord is this good that we living an evil tho
How can you get to be quiet
This feeling tho
Making one heart broken n scared
Lost in a feeling dreams with no hope
Legends and kings and fallen souls
Hope someday you find your hope
How are the hero's are dying biblical
Lord is this good that we living an evil tho
How can you get to be quiet this feeling tho
Making one heart broken n scared
Lost in a feeling dreams with no hope
Legends and kings and fallen souls
Hope someday you find your hope
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
Put my life on this song am singing
Though am faced with a hostile feeling
Truth is based on this constant feeling
Fear and fame with a heightened curve
Don't concentrate when them lads on curb
On contemplate if your road intake of the lord
embrace
Your meant to be great
You don't cuddle fakes and call it game
Trapping the feeling
Don't stop at the middle
The happening dream
When you part of a feeling
Go fully committed
This sudden graffiti of how can you do it
Will turn up n pull up them demons in kind
Faking and lurking you live in the blind
You cuddle them lies
Including ur purpose on tavern and creeping
In grow with no Caliban
Fear in keeping your confidence pulling
Your having a bit of a war in the middle
You stick to the feeling or run to the feeling
Your meant to be great
Skip all the negative
Prolly the feeling
Don't rally your spirits
In giving this world a couple of hope for the
Niggas and heart
In searching for a little bit, beautiful herbs
Thats why your dreams you need to go hard.
Make it a bond, stay till the Vatican's screaming aloud
Need a convince
Then look at the sky
Surely your dreams ain't gift to be tossed
Its something that makes up a gift to be heard
Need a convince
Then look at the sky
Surely your dreams ain't gift to be tossed
Its something that makes up a gift to be heard
If I die young, bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song