Sleep Rules Everything Around Me
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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 rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin 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 weed
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
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin 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 strugglin
Survival got me buggin, 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
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin 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
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 givin chase, sellin base
Smokin 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, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin 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
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 rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
And that one, pullin out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin 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 weed
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
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin 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 strugglin
Survival got me buggin, 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
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin 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
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 givin chase, sellin base
Smokin 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, smokin sess, drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin 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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.71] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
[00:03.33] Staying alive was no jive
[00:05.46] Had second hands, mom's bounced on old man
[00:08.55] So then we moved to Shaolin land
[00:11.15] A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
[00:14.50] Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot
[00:17.66] And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
[00:20.90] And that one, pullin out gats for fun
[00:23.79] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
[00:27.06] Started smokin woolies at sixteen
[00:29.48] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
[00:32.97] Making my way on fire escapes
[00:35.62] No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
[00:38.72] The combination made my eyes bleed
[00:41.57] No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough off
[00:45.16] Sticking up white boys in ball courts
[00:47.54] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
[00:51.26] Times is rough and tough like leather
[00:53.41] Figured out I went the wrong route
[00:55.56] So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
[00:59.38] Catchin keys from across seas
[01:01.66] Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
[01:05.35] Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
[01:08.53] Ch-POW! Move from the gate now
[01:12.14] I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
[01:17.40] No more struggle, no more energy
[01:22.98] It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin
[01:25.54] Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
[01:29.39] I peep at the shape of the streets
[01:31.33] And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
[01:34.98] Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
[01:40.31] A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
[01:43.76] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
[01:46.25] The court played me short, now I face incarceration
[01:49.36] Pacin', going up state's my destination
[01:52.22] Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
[01:55.45] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
[01:58.13] But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
[02:01.12] Living in the world, no different from a cell
[02:03.94] Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
[02:07.90] Smokin bones in the staircase
[02:10.20] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
[02:12.91] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
[02:15.52] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
[02:19.33] Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
[02:22.09] Who explained working hard may help you maintain
[02:24.68] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
[02:27.37] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
[02:30.86] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
[02:33.70] Leave it up to me while I be living proof
[02:36.44] To kick the truth to the young black youth
[02:39.64] But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
[02:42.66] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
[02:45.79] Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
[02:49.28] That what? That life is hectic
[02:51.50] I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
[02:58.49] No more struggle, no more energy
[03:03.66] No patient, you can write that down
[03:10.14] It's all too crazy and I'm not sticking around
[03:18.29]
[00:03.33] Staying alive was no jive
[00:05.46] Had second hands, mom's bounced on old man
[00:08.55] So then we moved to Shaolin land
[00:11.15] A young youth, yo rockin the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
[00:14.50] Only way, I begin to G' off was drug loot
[00:17.66] And let's start it like this son, rollin with this one
[00:20.90] And that one, pullin out gats for fun
[00:23.79] But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
[00:27.06] Started smokin woolies at sixteen
[00:29.48] And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
[00:32.97] Making my way on fire escapes
[00:35.62] No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
[00:38.72] The combination made my eyes bleed
[00:41.57] No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough off
[00:45.16] Sticking up white boys in ball courts
[00:47.54] My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
[00:51.26] Times is rough and tough like leather
[00:53.41] Figured out I went the wrong route
[00:55.56] So I got with a sick tight clique and went all out
[00:59.38] Catchin keys from across seas
[01:01.66] Rollin in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
[01:05.35] Yo brothas respect mine, or anger the Tec-9
[01:08.53] Ch-POW! Move from the gate now
[01:12.14] I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
[01:17.40] No more struggle, no more energy
[01:22.98] It's been 22 long hard years and still strugglin
[01:25.54] Survival got me buggin, but I'm alive on arrival
[01:29.39] I peep at the shape of the streets
[01:31.33] And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
[01:34.98] Which failed; I went to jail at the age of 15
[01:40.31] A young buck sellin drugs and such who never had much
[01:43.76] Trying to get a clutch at what I could not touch
[01:46.25] The court played me short, now I face incarceration
[01:49.36] Pacin', going up state's my destination
[01:52.22] Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
[01:55.45] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
[01:58.13] But as the world turns I learned life is Hell
[02:01.12] Living in the world, no different from a cell
[02:03.94] Everyday I escape from Jakes givin chase, sellin base
[02:07.90] Smokin bones in the staircase
[02:10.20] Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
[02:12.91] I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
[02:15.52] But I'm still depressed, and I ask what's it worth?
[02:19.33] Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
[02:22.09] Who explained working hard may help you maintain
[02:24.68] To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
[02:27.37] We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
[02:30.86] And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
[02:33.70] Leave it up to me while I be living proof
[02:36.44] To kick the truth to the young black youth
[02:39.64] But shorty's running wild, smokin sess, drinkin beer
[02:42.66] And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin in his ear
[02:45.79] Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
[02:49.28] That what? That life is hectic
[02:51.50] I'm so tired, sheep are counting me
[02:58.49] No more struggle, no more energy
[03:03.66] No patient, you can write that down
[03:10.14] It's all too crazy and I'm not sticking around
[03:18.29]