One day your story will be told beneath the likes of your ___ fate. 
One day they'll make you glorious, one of the lucky ones who's made 
his name. (X2)

I hope you can sleep through the nightmares. The truth is I can't 
because of you and your ___ quite the show, all that for 19 dollars 
and a cold. My back to the wall, a knife to my throat, scared that my 
life could be over with a slice. Hands in my pocket, wallet out my 
jeans. Robbed of my jacket, tangled in my sleeves. Knuckles on my 
cheeks, steps on my spine. Grunts while they punch, laughs while I 
cried. An I cried like a child, my dignity stripped with my ___. Bet you 
are proud of your glorious self. Now we both have a story to tell, you 
can tell yours with a smile. I get to see mine every night I close my 
eyes.

One day your story will be told beneath the likes of your ___ fate. 
One day they'll make you glorious, one of the lucky ones who's made 
his name. 

 I hope you can sleep through the nightmare, cause the truth is I 
can't. It all happened so fast, all I did was walk. Minding my 
business, silent innocent. You and your boy had another plan for me, 
an a reputation to build. You can see the weakness in my steps, it 
was right when you guessed that I was no fighter. I could've been but 
I wasn't, you took the risk an I was left bloody.  I was bruised while 
you bragged to your buddies "the weeds on me" paid with my 20. 
You reanact  the scene for your boys, imitating my cries from 
punches thrown they beg "please tell the story Once more" while I'm 
too afraid to walk out my front door.

One day your story will be told beneath the likes of your ___ fate. 
One day they'll make you glorious, one of the lucky ones who's made 
his name. 

 I hope you can sleep through the nightmare, the truth is you have no 
clue. I bet you don't even remember me, I'm one amongst many of 
your memories. It's hard work robbing kids of their confidence, it's 
impossible to remember every pocket picked. Every Tear on the 
sidewalk, every kid fearing for their life but, believe me Everyone of 
us remembers you, we all try to forget but we never do. We'll forever 
see that moment that you let us through. To forgive is not something 
we intend to do, you turned our shadows into monsters. For the 
chain, a jacket an some dollars. I hope you can sleep through the 
nightmare, cause I can't. Thanks, goodnight. 

One day your story will be told beneath the likes of your ___ fate. 
One day they'll make you glorious, one of the lucky ones who's made 
his name.