Sleep
I iz understood I be as certain to be good
I coulda been better off so I iz bitter n fucked off
A lot you aint coughed up the lines I need to get it off to get it on to get it good
I wanna be someone I should
I shouldn’t be here in this hood I woulda had a lot to cough up –
on the bills the thrills the goods 2 . 4 the more I stood
by n felt the kill my will was broken past my ills the chills my spine is shook –
I know the spooks had took a look
I never booked this half-life destiny or moved a pawn or rook
Left for me behind this less refined alarming crooked winding path is unaligned
I feel naked and reclined
Curled up and holding blindly to sweet dreams of others lives
To the gleaming breasted wives am I able to be kind
or is it quiet love is binded by the hatred still in mind
Reminded as the signs go by to walk beyond the lights
As frightened never mighty and they tell you it’s alright
Still it could be quite alright – still I not found myself fare
I remain aware in nighttime when I feel a little scared
The right time for another rhyme a line iz of my warez
As I care myself to sleep while the morning dawns out there
And I would care to weep but I ran dry of gone despair
Still I seek out sweet relief in disbelief in smoked out air
In heaps are all possessed possessions
Here there everywhere
blaring bleak intention no direction that I stare
