Sleep

[Verse 1] Laying here eyes wide television lights up the room Like the moon in the nighttime, minds on another daytime Probably have that same thought until the next sun shine Watching time while I'm watching infomercials Nothing else is on so I'm rolling up the purple Hope it takes me straight to dreams 'cause all I seem to have is nightmares Waking up in cold sweat punching on the nightstand Wish i could wake in a puddle of my drool But when i fall asleep i see myself in a pool of blood And whats fucked up is if ain't that, the sounds of gunshots are waking me up Is it paranoia? tell me how? blocks so foul that a nigga getting shot right now So I roll with the chrone, put 'em where Michael Jackson and say you are not alone And I can't really call it, when you wanna take a shit and roaches crawling up out your toilet When you looking out the window, it's snowing in august If you rolling with the circle always looking like a target So I'm always DOLO, call me anti-social Unless it bisexual bitches that's bicoastal Call me what you want, call me a motherfucker 'cause i do it for the kids here because of broke rubbers Know its so hard, playing in the D you see nut dripping out of condoms hanging off of monkey bars Nowhere to go, and outside sounds like the Saving Private Ryan first scene audio Yeah you hear the sirens, hear the shots echo Soundtrack the violence when you open up your window From where you can't blink and all the madness in the street won't let me get a wink [Chorus] Please just let me sleep 'cause the sounds on the streets won't let me get a peep So i fall deep, but not falling six feet deep, so underneath the bed sheets where I keep the heat Streets won't let me chill Every morning I'm awake, gotta pop another pill So hard to deal, living with this stress Pressure won't let me rest [Verse 2] I'm just trying to catch the last letter in the alphabet And what's outside might get a niggas numbers Ain't gotta be summer in D, we got heat Zero below got shit to melt your teeth Body want to sleep but the mind's not ready yet Thoughts tortured like a Vietnam vet All the horror i endured during my adolescent Got me dependent on these anti-depressant From the highest rate of crime Niggas talk murder but they wouldn't kill time It sound good in your rhyme 'till your sitting in that car in that funeral line And theres tears in your eyes, wearing all black Can't do shit, so hard to fight back 'Cause you know your niggas ghosts And I'mma sleep and still be having dreams about my nigga Louis Telling me to stay cold, then I await to blood running up out my stuffy nose And it be so cold, that I be sweating, so much that it always have my braids wet