I CAN'T GO TO SLEEP

The technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, Tupac, Big L and Big Pun It's Havoc on the streets of Staten Snitches house niggas, children watche as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early '80 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 Bring it back Bring it back What the fuck is going on, I can't go to sleep Feds jumpin out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies wit flies on they cheeks, It's hard to go to sleep Ish rolled two six's, twice, how I couldn't go to sleep A yo we deep in the stands, we carry, fearin guns Whippy out, hit'em wit the big shit, boom-boom Let's pass the cheeba spot, then pass the liq spot Joe passed yall niggas again, you took a cheap shot Yall know it's fuckin wit me, you'll get ya meat chopped You know we falll on your face, you need to beef? Stop Call on atarians, call all the ambulance You better stop my nigga, you on “Candid Camera” Gangsta brawla, these be's the laws Walk wit big balls nigga muthafucka aight then, take what was yours I'm the nigga that made you man When the rap wasn't doin well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand Don't ill ya brother, learn to love each other Don't get mad, cause it ain't that bad Look at who your are, you've come so far It's in yo heads, just be a man Get the jelly out ya spine Cobb webs out ya mind I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father and his moms, peeled 'em 7 times They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony They sportin markers guard me when they try to spark us Wit the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Old Jack, man, you heard the wife who shot Sprackman Her husband head in her hand, she tried to put it back in America's watching, bloodstains, ink blotches Man that puts weight in his coat for entrance way in college Let's get a science somebody, this is trick knowledge They try to keep us as slaves, we still slaves by silence Walkin thru Parkhill drunk as a fuck, lookin around like “These devils so many” to break this world down They got me trapped up in the metal gate, just stressed out wit hate And this gives me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should i do? Grad a blunt or a brew (Don't let the game, make you loose your head) Grad a 2-2 and run out there and put this fuckin violence in you (You should be callin the shots instead) I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son (The power is in your head, stop all this cryin and be a man) Ican't cope