In the night, deep in the night The thoughts start kicking in, I can’t fall asleep, the trauma to tense, all I hear is gun shots, and all I see is red, pull out the gun I hear more shots, the sirens going, more shots, look to the left i see a man down, when I look to the right I see know one around, it just reality, I have a disorder, PTSD, post traumatic stress disorder, all the homies down in the grave today not seen again, scratching my head what went down what happens when I was around, everybody was dead the trauma to tight to squeeze i keep it right next to me, hold it in the only people who know are the people that’s dead