Bad Dreamz

Out the corner of my eye Thought I felt somebody watchin All alone in my apartment, 3AM Fire my bong up workin Ungodly hours, candle burnin Headphone over my ear At this blank white page I stare Shadow fancy in the mirror Crisp breeze in the air I know its silly Can't deny I feel like somebody here I swear I need to stop smokin Headband got my mind trippin Scent is citrus fruit, flagrant blue hair Like Marge Simpson Listen, you hear them drums up in the distance Made my self, take a walk Steppin over headless chicken Came here to clear my thoughts This only hightened my suspiscion Peekin over the shoulder Couldn't help but notice feelings The block was hella empty But the night feel so alive Is where I couldn't shake the thoughts of paranoia from my mind Asked the stranger for the time No respone, no reply Then he tilted his fedora His face looked, just like mine So I grabbed him by his throat He only smiled like it never really mattered Had to back up, "what the fuck?" His body turned to TV static Hit the bricks down murder avenue Panting and I'm wheezin like Damn I know its late But ain't no bodies in these streets tonight Green lights bout as far as I can see em Both directions Every store shuttered shut, it's succession From the four ??? Heard a scream, from a group of Brooklyn children Only playing on the swing I keep it movin Sweat cold to the touch Rub my palms, both my thumbs, painted black To my right I watched the projects collapse Thus surrounds me But I'm not really jokin though Photos of my past, floatin Painted on some rubble stone Then I saw her She said she wanna take me to the water [I can't erase my dreams] Am I awake Or am I dreamin? Am I floatin or am I fallin? Are you an angel or a demon? Will I remember in the morning? Will I remember in the morning? [I can't erase my dreams] So real [It is real] A-train comin home from the show Brooklyn bound, grizzly SB Myself and Tawna Mo We tore it down My lady squeezed my hand Tilt her head up on my shoulder Cole stare Pushin 60 mph under water Stomach bubblin Emergin from the tunnel at the next stop Shouldn't we be slowin down? Feel it squeeze, ??? Blurry figures wavin at me from the platform This must be express Gotta get off at the next one Light flickerin I stare in my reflection To my vision to the left Feelin cold, wind rushin in Dog jumpin off the track, golden latch Metal grindin and surround Watchin everybody nap Not a stirr Unconcerned I'm on edge Can't relax Something burnin Then we stepped into the car Lit a match Ashed it on his tongue Struck another Was starin at each other... My have to shank a motherfucka Dirty guitar strapped to his back His fingers cruddy Blood on his kicks, sat on the floor And started strummin I feel I gotta vomit Might not make it to the door Lightheaded Started sweatin, wiped my brow, clinched my jar Looked outside Flashin light Jettin through another space Just so confused, in my head Why won't anybody wake up And I passed out Awoke to my lady's laughter "Baby you havin bad dreams, what's the matter?" Step out the car Hand in hand, its 2:30 Scannin for the exit but im really in no hurry System waitin long before I hear somebody yellin Turn the corner, heard his "gunshot sound" Then iIfeel myself fallin See my lady's mouth movin But I can hear the scream On her knees, over me This my final heart beat