Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Demonz -N- My Sleep , by - WoodieRelease date: 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 |