Hand in the ziplock, fingers sticky rolling Vicky,
Licking in the sweet spot, scouting for the piss shop,
Driving in the AM got me missing on the gridlock,
Higher than an aeroplane, flying when this trip drop,
Cooler than an ice cube, sweeter than some tip top,
Dreams of lavish living asses slapping like some flip flops,
I could bring the business maybe when my shit hot,
Buy a new whip instead of pushing round this shit box,
Till then imma eat beats and beat box,
Lay it down like some clean sheets when the beat drops,
False prophets talking holy like some cheap socks,
But watch the flies stick around once the meat rots,
Walk a mile and you’ll see how far my feet got,
Dreams of kings speeches when I’m speaking to the street blocks,
For now it’s street likes with no ears and each night,
I’m smoking in my 2 door preaching to these street lights.

These sleepless days, and wakeful nights,
Caress my soul, and ease my mind,
I took too much, I flew too high,
My wings burnt dry.

Big brother want my money, these pennies want attention,
Debts stacking to the ceiling, soon they’ll start collecting,
Customers blowing up my cell, they want a session,
Ain’t felt this kinda stress since my ex said she expecting,
But the topic never changed, get my paper when it’s due,
I’m paranoid that gang in blue come knocking hella soon,
Keep that stash up in the tank of my Toyota '92, see,
You ain’t never felt that kinda fear until it’s you,
I graduated with an A, class in session better pay,
Attention to the words I say cos young sheep get led astray,
You got a choice to make, live broke or die a legend,
To these brothers who ain’t brothers but their calling you their brethren,
In the city that ain’t sleeping cos there’s money to be made,
You out here getting robbed or you out here getting paid,
The former just ain’t for me so I’m working through the grave yard,
Born to struggle know the system couldn’t save us.

These sleepless days, and wakeful nights,
Caress my soul, and ease my mind,
I took too much, I flew too high,
My wings burnt dry.

Born in a nest,
Till we moved into a cage,
Had our wings clipped so now we’ve been working through the night, buy another pair and fly away,
But would the bird ever leave,
If it was born in a cage?
Hells called home and it’s all he’s ever known, now he grown so he’ll stay to fight another day.

These sleepless days, and wakeful nights,
Caress my soul, and ease my mind,
I took too much, I flew too high,
My wings burnt dry.