Insomnia

And I truly believe insomnia starting to get the best of me

and I feel I need to relieve this weight off my chest to breathe

'cause I just cant sleep at night

Paranoid visions appear so clear in my hindsight

while I wait for this dope to crack back in my pipe

it gives me a chance to look back at my life

and it s no wonder why I had to be high 90 percent of the time

Now it seems to me they were just poor attempts to realign my mind

and escape this mundane life of mine

Well, welcome to the life and times of the D to the IR-T-Y

Lately its looking like I'll for surely die

By the age of 35

and it seems like yesterday I was serving mine

two years at the mental-jail high

and I ain't did shit but watch my life fly by in a blink of an eye and look at me now Im contemplating suicide

but that wont be my demise

cause these hater's and ho's telling lies

they be the ones that I despise

or could it just be the reflection of me

relentlessly wont let me see

I'm blind behind the design of my disguise

Should I give up and become the host of all my fucking lies

to weak to even read the empty space between each written line

confined to the space between each gifted mind

Need i remind you keep hanging up with giving a fuck

about who's getting what and why ain't i getting mine

Yeah, you keep slipping up wanting so bad to sip from the cup

thats filled with the blood that dripped from God's given only son

and it still ait good enough?

Enough's enough

You did it once too much the want to touch the ones you loved once

but not your loved ones

and it rips you apart

you depart so far from whats left of your fucking heart

and i truly believe insomnia is starting to get the best of me

and i feel i need to relieve this weight off my chest to fucking breathe

'cause I just can't sleep...

I just can't fucking sleep...

Now my days and nights consumed with watching the hands of time there is no doubt in my mind they want me dead

alone and left to confide with the demons in my head

no rhyme or reason just constantly repeating

are the words of what they said

just do it and get it over with

but this ink on my back goes much deeper than the skin

its the reason why I even fucking exist

so ever since my life's consist of puffing this blissful mist

slowly becoming this sinful kiss

and its as simple as this

all it takes is the twist of a blade across my fucking wrist

and believe you me it could end like this

so what the fuck if i lost sight

temporarily blinded by this guiding light

only leading me to the end of a grimy pipe,

an empty life

Oh how easy it would be just to get a grip

but instead I wish to slip into that eternal sleep

and the yearn is burning me internally

and this is why I believe its in my destiny to want to rest in peace

and this is why i believe