No Sleep

Même si les emcees m’aiment pour ma zik In a tweaked out twilight I’ll be kicking it while they sleep Même si les emcees m’aiment pour ma zik In a tweaked out twilight I’ll be kicking it while they sleep Yo something in the cosmos caught me off guard And it got my head all spinning Akin to venom, economy got me to dance to the wrong rhythm Stopped wondering who would shoot a John Lennon because I’m innocent Kick me in the throat and knock me down Fill these lungs with smoke til they say I’m safe and sound Rearrange clouds that make faces at me until I may say “wow” I need a getaway vacation with a getaway rental car and some heavy medication Either way, it’s about 2008 And I’m about to break down and steadily losing my patience with you You a little delusional, confused and used to it too simple with a truth like Crucible Exclusive view from the back of the pews to the Jews in Jerusalem Truthfully a two bit Muslim youth in America with too much booze in him And the proof of my muse is a useless unamused putain de conasse de merde The international crack whores won’t translate because they don’t care Either that or because she’s not dead And only I can see the way she grooves when she moves her head to my music I've hung on to the clues as she loosens the thread and I lose it In consciousness I've hit the snooze already ready for bed Please bartender, tell me what the correct damage is I've seen it written down now in two languages My advantage is offering adjectives to starving savages at the lavish parties where they meet But I've been moonlighting now as a writer (I think) waiting to peak The landscape is decidingly bleak So I’ll be kicking a tweaked out twilight while they sleep All the alarms were carefully ignored You know sleep (no sleep) never sounded like this before No sleep never sounded like this before And along the floor bodies lay where bodies tour on no sleep No sleep never sounded like this before I want to be on the road with a bottle of Jack Daniels And a backpack full of roman candles But I’m not. I’m at home with a guitar hero About to drink another rum and coca cola cherry zero I've seen smoke signals in moments of local insurgency And America cloaked in urgency with US currency Currently falling faster than the sky I used to think that I was able to fly Now I’m selling my dead grandmother's Ford Taurus To repay the debt of a plane ticket I thought I could once afford But I was overly confident because no matter how young I've learned that it’s not safe to travel in times of war Which I've certainly got inside of me and like Iraq it's bad for sure It smells like somebody put oil in my heart and I'm just tap water to my core You know sleep never sounded quite like this before