Fuck sleep getting to high Don't die to insecure Buttery fingers Freeze up When I see the trigger I can't help but throw up I rap about guns And drugs But really am not about War No glory here There's only small takes Fuck sleep My neck was too bad Pillows hurt It takes too much pain Fuck living in this world Them thoughts Come back always in full Circle Need some serious guidance Headmistress You not her See her blacked out In this cold world Spell a curse You were once my world I can't see or make out That small, small purse So fuck sleep I'd rather live a cruse At least am not getting hurt.