I Can't Go to Sleep

Technique is ill son watch how I spill one

Peace to Biggie 2Pac Big L and Big Pun
Havoc on the streets of Staten snitches
House niggas children watch
As they produce the same pattern

Somebody raped our women
murdered our babies
Hit us with the cracks and guns
In the early 80s
For those that murdered me shall
Stand before God
To fall at the hands of fate
Then out comes the rod
Bring it back bring it back
Bring it back

What the f**k is going on
I cant go to sleep
Feds jumping out their jeeps
I cant go to sleep

Babies with flies on they cheeks
Its hard to go to sleep
Ish bowled two 6s twice
I couldnt go to sleep
Aiyyo we deep in the stairs
We carry big guns
Whippy got hit up with the big shit

Bong bong
Stop at the cheeba spot
Then pass the leak spot
Drove past yall niggas again you took a cheap shot
Not knowing f**king with me you
Get your meat chopped
You thought we fell on our face
you need to be stopped
Call on the chariots call on an ambulance

You better smile my nigga you on Candid Cam
Gangsta broad these be the laws
Walk with big balls
Nigga motherf**king eunuch
I even take which was yours
Im the nigga that made you man
When your rap wasnt doing well
Im the nigga that gave you a hand

Dont kill your brother learn to love each other

Dont get mad cause it aint that bad

Look at who you are youve come too far

Its in your hands just be a man

Get the jelly out your spine

Cobwebs out of your mind

I cant go to sleep I cant shut my eyes
They shot the father at his moms
Building seven times
They shot Malcolm in the chest
Front of his little seeds
Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony

Exported Marcus Garvey cause he tried to spark us
With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers
Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots crackling

Her husbands head in her hands
You tried to put it back in
Americas watching blood-stained

Ink blotches
Medgar took one to the skull for
Integrating college
Whats the science Somebody
This is trick knowledge
They try to keep us enslaved and
Still scrape for dollars
Walking through Park Hill drunk as a f**k
Looking around like these Devils
Im ready to break this world down
They got me trapped up in a metal gate
Just stressed out with hate
And just give me no time
To relax and use my mind to meditate
What should I do grab a blunt or a brew
Grab a 22 and run out there and
Put this f**king violence in you
I cant go to sleep I cant shut em son I