Wugazi - Sleep Rules Everything Around Me lyrics
[Wugazi - Sleep Rules Everything Around Me lyrics]
I grew up on the crime side
The New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, rocking the gold tooth
'Lo goose
Only way I be getting the G off was drug 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 woolas at 16
And running up in gates
And doing hit's for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and
Try to get the dough all
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 brothers respect mine or here go the TEC-9
Ch chick-POW, move from the gate now
I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
No more struggle, no more energy
It's been twenty-two long hard
Years of 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 shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed I went to jail
At the age of fifteen
A young buck selling drugs 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
Pacing - going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned I
Learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Every day 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 more patient, you can write that down
It's all to crazy, I'm not sticking around
The New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, rocking the gold tooth
'Lo goose
Only way I be getting the G off was drug 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 woolas at 16
And running up in gates
And doing hit's for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off and
Try to get the dough all
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 brothers respect mine or here go the TEC-9
Ch chick-POW, move from the gate now
I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
No more struggle, no more energy
It's been twenty-two long hard
Years of 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 shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed I went to jail
At the age of fifteen
A young buck selling drugs 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
Pacing - going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned I
Learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Every day 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 more patient, you can write that down
It's all to crazy, I'm not sticking around