| Now I lay me down to sleep
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| I pray my dreams don’t slowly creep
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| Caught up in a web with no escape
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| Something the mind can’t break unless you wide awake
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| Have you ever had a nightmare, and been scared?
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| Then woke up in the morning and forgot it was there
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| Then the shit really happens like deja-vu
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| But you sit back and act like you never knew
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| The same situation happened in my life
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| And I feel that I sould tell it cause the timing is right
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| Now the only reason that I’m speakin' is cause I’m teachin'
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| Thinkin' if I let it out my head’ll stop tweakin'
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| Mixed emotions caused from stress
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| That reunite when you lay your head down to rest
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| It’s like creatures of the night leavin nothing but bad news
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| And things about the future that might make you confused
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| I remember way back in the day
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| At the age of 13 before moms passed away
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| The dreams that I had people said weren’t right
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| Like the evilness of afterlife lurkin' in the night
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| Candlelight blew out, bed stops shakin'
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| Down on my knees prayin', askin' to be taken
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| To another life where it’s safer than this
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| Not a dream but reality I hope for this wish
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| But it never came true so I’m stuck in this place
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| Just a native actin' crazy that keeps changin' his face
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| Searchin' for the final answer so I can spread the word
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| Now that you really see me I’m just askin' to be heard
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| We all in this together, so they call us night crawlers
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| Think the world’s feelin' weary because we gettin' smarter
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| Silohettes in the hallway, dead men holla
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| Can’t sleep at night cause the spirits won’t allow ya
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| You know bein' dead
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| I remember thinkin' death would be horrible and terrifying
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| Shit, I mean that’s what everybody thinks
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| But now, having died and shit
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| I can now see everything
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| Like every question the living have, I now know the answers to
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| It’s like I’m awake now, and living was just a dream
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| Call me the dream catcher, mother earth smoker
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| Peyote pack piece pipes hallucinatin' toker
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| Blessed with the wisdom that you see in my eyes
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| Don’t be surprised if you ever think you caught up inside
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| Like the awakaning of life, or the passion of death
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| That keeps you jumpin' up in shivers from ice cold breath
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| Now you swear you’re being followed everytime that you rest
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| Or you feel sharp pains drillin' deep in your chest
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| I don’t expect anyone to believe if they don’t want to
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| But don’t expect yourself to rest in peace when spirits haunt you
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| Make your choice people dream it or not
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| It’s time to look into the situation we got
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| Pinpoint the whole problem, get rid of all the anger
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| Release all the stress before the world becomes a stranger
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| Medicine man above your headboard with a dream catcher
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| In the blood of the boogie man the warrior’ll protect ya |