Point Blank - Prone to Bad Dreams lyrics

[Voice] Hah... hell, what's up, fool? It's me, your conscience, motherf**er... You been making some f**ed up moves... I understand you live your life in a journey but if ya Dreams try to fake me you better wake your a** up... What's your motherf**in problem, n***a? Yo, I'm prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket Society labels me as mentally reactic So they put me in the halfway home And for 10 long years doctors f**ed with my dome Shooting dope in my arm just to calm me Strapped to the bed cause I'm scared that nurses might harm me Capable of doing almost anything Tearin holes in my mattress just to play with the box springs I can't eat the certain food cause it hypes me It types me full of negative energy; I feel funny Something must be wrong with my clothes Either my shoes' too tight, either I got too many toes Man, I don't know when my mind lingers Haven't ate all day but yet and still I'll eat my fingers Damn, I know I see my homeboy right in front of me But the staff laughed you see They think I was talkin to myself and asked: "Can we meet your homeboy?" I say it's too late: he just left But we can catch him if we look out the window "What window?" God damn it, can't you see that damn window? "Calm down, Point Blank... okay, he went home, now look..." I turned around and the window was gone Then I dropped to my knees and I cried Touched the wall, the window was gone, I could've died Slowly but surely I look up Now I know that they know I know that my mind's f**ed up Please, if ya can't cure me, Doc Just put me to sleep and run a knife through my body, Doc Steady having flashbacks of homicide scenes So I sleep in a straight-jacket cause I'm prone to bad dreams... "...at night I can't sleep..." -] Scarface Wake your a** up...Wake your a** up... "...at night I can't sleep..." -] Scarface Wake your a** up...Wake your a** up... Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket... "...at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn..." -] Scarface Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket... "...at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn..." -] Scarface Waking from a deep sleep jumping to my f**ing feet Reading in the paper: 5 deads found in the street Did I k**'em? Was it me? Am I a k**a? Can it be? I think it was But f** that sh**, it call come back... Bit by bit, burning bodies at the stake Watch them bleed, watch them shake Smell the smoke, hear the pain I bet you think that I'm insane I was born stillborn but my mama didn't mourn I fell out in a field so I'm a child of the corn Triple-six is in my head, the number of the beast I react murder acts, therefore they keep me on a leach So I nail them on the wall and stab them in the face I'm definitely insane so it's no murder case Left em in the house and on the wall they rotted You ask about the bodies? Should I say the rest? They got it but f** them, I won't sweat it, I live and I forget it n***a got away with a murder, caught a habit and I fed it... To the fullest in this verse, his blood is what I thirst Punk b**h, fronting like you are hard, f** it, k** him first Even tho' I got mood swings it's not what it seems Point Blank's just a motherf**a prone to bad dreams... "...at night I can't sleep..." -] Scarface Wake your a** up...Wake Your a** up... "...at night I can't sleep..." -] Scarface Wake your a** up...Wake Your a** up... Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket... "...at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn..." -] Scarface Prone to bad dreams so I sleep in a straight-jacket... "...at night I can't sleep, I toss and turn..." -] Scarface