I Can't Go to Sleep (feat. Isaac Hayes)

The 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 ****, 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 80's

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 jumping out their jeeps, I can't go to sleep

Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep

Ish bowled two 6's twice, I couldn't go to sleep

Ayo we deep in the stairs, we carry handguns

Whippy got hit up with the big shit, bang-bang

Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot

Drove past y'all **** again, you took a cheap shot

Not knowing, fucking 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 **** you on Candid Cam

Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls

****, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours

I'm the **** that made you, man

When your rap wasn't doing well

I'm the **** that gave you a hand

Don't kill your brother

Learn to love each other

Don't get mad

'Cause it ain't that bad

Look at who you are

You've come too far

It's in your hands

Just be a man

Get the jelly out your spine

Cobwebs out of your mind

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes

They shot the father at his mom's 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 husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in

America's watching, blood-stained, ink blotches

Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college

What's 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 fuck

Looking around like these Devils

I'm ready to break this world down

They got me trapped up in a metal gate

Just stressed out with hate

And just gives me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate

What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew

(Don't let the game make you lose your head)

Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you

(You should be calling the shots instead)

I can't go to sleep, I can't shut em, son, I

The power is in your hands

Stop all this crying and be a man