I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candle
Oh that * is on?
Let me drop some * like this here
Real soon
At night I can't sleep
I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark
Visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing I ain't living right
But I ain't going out without a fight
See every time my eyes close
I start sweating
And blood starts coming out my nose It's somebody watching the act
But I don't know who it is So I'm watching my back
I can see him when I'm deep in the covers
When I awake I don't see the *
He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say take a chill B But * that *
There's a nigga trying to kill me I'm
popping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating a joint for traps Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner It's
* up when your mind is playing tricks
on you
I make big money I drive big cars
Everybody know me It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night Something ain't right
I feel I'm being tailed by the same suckers headlights
Is it that food that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had cane but it was coal,
man a flower Reached under my seat
Grabbed my papa for the suckers They know you stooping lying
I was scared of getting mother * man
Put the left in the Popeyes and better die
quick If it's going down let's get this * over
with Here they come just like I figured
I got my head on the motherfucking trigger
When I saw them make your ass start giggling
Three black crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the swamp
I take my boys everywhere I go Because I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me Day
by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Every Sunday morning I'm in service praying for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out the
business I know the Lord is looking at me
But yet it's still hard for me to feel happy
I often drift when I drive
Having fatal thoughts of suicide Bang and get it over with
And then I'm worry free But that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after And if
I die then my child will be a *
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get
me
She helped me out in this *
But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother
Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me
This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me
and ghetto boys were trick or treating
Robbing little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace Took a look
back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt So
I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down we figured But this wasn't no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet Now
that's the nigga I be seeing in my sleep
So we triple teamed on him Dropping them motherfucking bees on him
The more I swung the more blood flew Then
he disappeared and my boys disappeared
too Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as * on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
Goddamn homie My mind is playing tricks on me