long And I try not to think he won?t come home But I?m sleeping with the telephone I lose him in my darkest dreams And my blood runs cold and my heart
baby on a rocker Watching Father Knickerbocker Being busy I'm getting dizzy When shadows creep, in my bed I tumble But never sleep for I hear the rumble
when the world falls down? Head first in the mud bent over with devils all around Kill this craving I can't stop myself Calling for me in my sleep I hear the sirens
man Niggas, I'm still grinding (Yeah) I'm still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's mine and my mic's on And my
and the kids all gone to hell Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean The supermarket and the drug store and the bars all doing
a bly Never trouble you so why you want shoot the eye Too much wicked man deh 'bout ya oh me oh my Now feel it inna me heart when a siren a cry How much
Since the first tall tale Was told by the fire To their children before They tuck them into bed at night Tale of a dream weaver Stories about a beautiful siren With
you locked away from the start Developing inside my fanatic heart I went around in a daze for a couple of years With the blood in my veins frozen over with
All a sudden y'all exchanging numbers callin You don't think that nigga heard you ballin Fuck that I smell a rat And I can hear the gats click clack Along with
changed A shoulder to lean on and then break/embrace I'm barely breathing with my status day to day Caught off guard by innocence I cross my heart you
beside me while I sleep Steer me from the slumber wolf Tangled forest of the mind Speaks to me of self-despise Close the window through the pane Hear the siren
lights and all my jazz All my demonstrations too Here in my head I hear you say Here in my head I hear you pray I hear you praying for me I hear
this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting chased by those lights Only the light's lime and my mic's on And my
Side of Oakland, California I was on my own at a early age That's why I'm filled with rage I know the system is responsible For the conditions of my black folks in the ghetto All
me now I'm making my move come on and love me now --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wash my hands Washed my hands of crimes Pour the water over my skin, my spine Cleanse my soul and ease my
I got my legs so smooth, I got my mani, pedi Went and got my hair done too All dressed up and nowhere to go It's an emergency I need you here with me
try not to think he wont come home But I'm sleepin' with the telephone Bridge: (Both) I lose him in my darkest dreams And my blood runs cold and my heart
sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies like sheep Go back to sleep Go to sleep [x14] Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Go back to sleep Counting bodies