Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Demonz -N- My Sleep, artist - Woodie
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Demonz -N- My Sleep |
Gabe’s a west 20th street legend now, you know |
Gotta keep that shit alive |
Keep the story alive for the youngsters and shit |
Show em what a real soldier does when he’s caught behind enemy lines |
Tick tock, the clock is tickin in the Yoc |
My pistol’s stocked, the hammer’s cocked |
The top is dropped from block to block |
How long will it be before I’m shot |
Hole in my knot, enemies got me slippin |
By the park in my skylark distracted by my CD skippin |
They got me good, cracked my skull |
Member Wood time to go, with my final breath in slow motion |
I could feel my soul, driftin from my flesh |
So much for a bulletproof vest |
I left my ride to Lil Bird, homeboy sorry about the mess |
I just got one favor to ask |
Could you handle the simple task and make sure |
Those who took my last breath die a gruesome mass death |
Don’t know where I’m headed, I’m lookin around for hell or heaven |
And then I woke up with a pain in my gut, headache and sweatin |
I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece |
Cuz sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep |
I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days |
But memories of dead homies invade ignitin my rage |
You guys know what happened |
You know shit got f*cked up after while |
Brother got shot and I just went crazy |
I didn’t give a f*ck no more |
I’m starin at my homie laid out stiff on a gurney |
2 shots to the head, no he can’t be dead |
The thought of it got my stomach turning |
With a 1 million dollar bail he couldn’t be caught for years |
With detectives following dead end trails |
Where the f*ck did he disappear? |
It’s gotta be one of his tricks to get them Antioch dicks up out his mix |
When the APD is callin it quits |
He’s tucked away at a motel 6 that’s gotta be it |
It’s gotta be, it’s the only way it all fits |
I placed 2 fingers upon the lips of the body and then it hits |
This is my homie, the body it ain’t a phony |
Holy shit his wig is split, my legs forgettin to hold me |
I gotta sit down, my disbelief’s completely erased, I felt displaced |
A salty taste builds up as tears run down my face |
While it’s sinkin in, I’m thinkin in a murderous fashion |
The swat team only shot one thing |
Act as a legal assassin, now Raymond, Blackbird and his babies |
Rest in peace, their days are over |
Every homie got more gang obligations laid on my shoulders |
Gotta get Snoop released by slappin g’z down on criminal lawyer fees |
Keep my gang outta police sight |
Produce and write, make money increase, handlin funk at the same time |
Makin this Yoc life shit go nationwide in case I die before we rise |
I apologize homeboys I tried |
I crack an old e to release, to keep my mind in one piece |
Cuz sanity is hard to keep when fightin demons in your sleep |
I try to view life in better ways with bright sunny days |
But memories of dead homies invade ignitin my rage |
You remember me |
The mainyest one in the click |
Those days are gone now, I’m kinda weak minded now |
You know after all these years of runnin and shit |
I’m still crazy don’t get me wrong |
I’ll still kill a mutherf*cker real quick |
Every once in a while you guys have a barbecue and remember me |
You know what I’m sayin |
I love you guys all of you |