sleep

I just got to keep my mind occupied, oh so high, I don't sleep, I won't die, I'll survive, I'll be fine, lok'd all the time, cause I'm broke all the time and broke all the time cause I smoke all the time, my crazy life spins faster with every hit I take, on this path of disaster

this bastards wide awake, for Christ's sake what will it take for my mind to break? Suicidal tendencies with chemical dependencies.

Freestyling tweaking spittin sleep while I'm speaking I can hear the demons and see tracers for no reasons. Bye I'm leaving! Fuck! I'm dreaming! Almost believing what I'm seeing shallow breathing self deceiving shadows flee across hells ceiling.

I'm watching objects move on there own accord

dark demons bobbin out my Ouija board.

Babies crying in my ear,

they speak in tongues then disapear

I feel the nails of rotten flesh

hell is close that is clear.

Highly cultivated with worldly experience,

Stylistic yet encryptic like the pyramids.

It's common I resort 2 drastic measures,

plastic glock grabbin da courts add more pressure.

When I try to let go of all this stress thats causing this heaviness in my chest by smoking cess

seems I just get more depressed nothing less.

Looking for some relief, no chance now for sleep,

can't seem 2 find peace, when I do the moments seem

so few broken up by police only locked down do I catch "Z's"

Not enough indians, 2 many chiefs.

Shallow is the realm of sleep. Reality is twice as deep