2:34 AM
It's two in the morning and I lie wide awake
Curled up in bed, just thinking nonsense, cause my weariness I want God to take
But my heart still does not trust
I get up for a drink
Then go back to bed, yet my eyes still blink
I'm sleepy
But I refuse to sleep, uncounsously cause I'm hurting deeply
Confused, trying to figuere out a problem
I yelled at my jefa, we argued earlier and now her ex-boss I gots to talk to em'
But then again I'm not so sure
Cause I'd be letting him know she got mad, and about that I'm just not so sure
But dam, I'll sleep on it
Maybe even dream, cause right now my mind has a big heap on it
Shit I'm yawning
And I'm about to get up and turn the lights off as soon as I stop writing...
8:50 AM
I've made up my mind I'ma talk to the dude
Cause he got Momma in an angered mood
And thst shit just don't pass
Even though right now I'm in class
Not focusing on my work
Talking to the teacher about History book's leading blindness and all the shit they murk
Now I'm back to my stressed out mind
Ballpoint pen spilling my feelings, writing these rhymes
It's two in the morning and I lie wide awake
Curled up in bed, just thinking nonsense, cause my weariness I want God to take
But my heart still does not trust
I get up for a drink
Then go back to bed, yet my eyes still blink
I'm sleepy
But I refuse to sleep, uncounsously cause I'm hurting deeply
Confused, trying to figuere out a problem
I yelled at my jefa, we argued earlier and now her ex-boss I gots to talk to em'
But then again I'm not so sure
Cause I'd be letting him know she got mad, and about that I'm just not so sure
But dam, I'll sleep on it
Maybe even dream, cause right now my mind has a big heap on it
Shit I'm yawning
And I'm about to get up and turn the lights off as soon as I stop writing...
8:50 AM
I've made up my mind I'ma talk to the dude
Cause he got Momma in an angered mood
And thst shit just don't pass
Even though right now I'm in class
Not focusing on my work
Talking to the teacher about History book's leading blindness and all the shit they murk
Now I'm back to my stressed out mind
Ballpoint pen spilling my feelings, writing these rhymes