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