Verse 1)
My head jumps off of the pillow and is instantly propped up
I take a deep breath and hop down from the top bunk
It's pitch black as I go to lock the doors
As I stand wearing nothing but my boxer drawers
But as I turn back I begin to shiver in freight
As I walk towards my desk with the flickerin' light
Every drawer is pulled out in search for pads and some pens
With my rhyme book layin' open flat on the desk
It's like I'm being pulled in and it's embrasing my soul
By some kind of supernatural force that's taken control
So I begin to write as I put in my ear buds
And wipe the morning crust from the front of my tear ducts
I never get to sleep I just lie in my bed spiteful
You can even get me some bottles of red Nyquil
I'll drink three or four and then swallow a damn pint full
And even then I still wouldn't follow the REM cycle
It feels like it's been well over a month since I got rest
I write amongst the roaches the dust and the cobwebs
Lookin' through the window at the tower in my sight
Only junkies and k**ers up at this hour of the night
But new words continuously creep in my mind
The lines of the page are hungry so I feed them with rhymes
Proof that this is real is what I'm scheming to find
Cause I can't even tell if I'm awake or dreaming this time
(Chorus)
Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed
I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head
And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite
While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write
I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots
It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop
And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite
While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write
(Verse 2)
I'm about to start a new song my face harshens
Scattered thoughts written along the page margins
My words are filled with rage and rebellious flare
My eyes are glued to the page with a devilish stare
I could fill pamphlets with all the rhymes that my hand scripts
I leave hand prints on every pen that my hand grips
At the rate I ignite um it's kind of hard to recite um
Ideas are coming so quickly that I can hardly write um
The words are scribbled in the pad and have a visible depth
Pierced into the paper creating a ripple effect
The shade is growing dim I think I need an ink check
Since I started writing I don't think that I've blinked yet
Because rhymin' is like therapy and always copes MC's the best
Writing all these lyrics, phrases, words, and quotes relieves the stress
I write until I'm overworked and my elbows in need of rest
Until my veins inflated and appear as ropes beneath the flesh
So I'm leavin' several beats devoured again
Horizontally parallel is the route of the pen
I've lost my track of time writing for hours on end
With my wrist and forearm muscles bulgin' out of my skin
Cause anger, rage, and fury's what he's fin to release
Cause I'm just tryna earn respect and prove legitimacy
Feeling outta breath with sweat drippin' from my sleeve
My hand motion slows and my fingers begin to fatigue
Because I get excited for delight with the mic in hand
Studying my rhymes under the light from the brightest lamp
Completely focused I never loose sight for the slightest span
And even when it hurts I'm gonna fight through the writer's cramp
Haven't shown any emotion as I write with a straight face
The ending of my rhyme is what's soon gonna take place
I put down a pen with a feeling of great aid
And just when I think I'm finished I wake up to a blank page
(Chorus)
Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed
I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head
And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite
While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write
I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots
It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop
And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite
While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write