Sleep Rules Everything Around Me - Wugazi

Sleep Rules Everything Around Me - Wugazi
I grew up on the crime side the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands mom's bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth yo rocking the gold tooth 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G' off was ** loot
And let's start it like this son rolling with this one
And that one pulling out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smoking woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and w**d
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and try to get the dough off
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tough like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
Catching keys from across seas
Rolling in MPV's every week we made forty G's
Yo brothas respect mine or anger the Tec-9
Ch-POW Move from the gate now
I'm so tired sheep are counting me
No more struggle no more energy
It's been 22 long hard years and still struggling
Survival got me bugging but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause sh*t is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C R E A M
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck selling *** and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
The court played me short now I face incarceration
Pacin' going up state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes giving chase selling base
Smoking bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed and I ask what's it worth
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids corrupt cops and crack rocks
And stray shots all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smoking sess drinking beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kicking in his ear
Neglected for now but yo it gots to be accepted
That what That life is hectic
I'm so tired sheep are counting me
No more struggle no more energy
No patient you can write that down
It's all too crazy and I'm not sticking around