I Can't Go to Sleep (feat. Ghostface Killah, RZA & Isaac Hayes)

The technique is ill son Watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie, 2Pac, Big L and Big Pun Havoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggas, children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women Murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's For those that murdered me shall stand before God To fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back What the fuck is going on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumping out their Jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on they cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two 6's twice, I couldn't go to sleep Ayo, we deep in the stairs, we carry big guns Whippy got hit up with the big shit—"bong bong" Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leek spot Drove past y'all niggas again, you took a cheap shot Not knowing fucking with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the chariots! Call on an ambulance! You better smile, my nigga, you on Candid Cam Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga, motherfucking eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you, man When your rap wasn't doing well I'm the nigga that gave you a hand Don't kill your brother Learn to love each other Don't get mad 'Cause it ain't that bad Look at who you are You've come too far It's in your hands Just be a man Get the jelly out your spine Cobwebs out of your mind I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father at his mom's building seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest in front of his little seeds Jesse watched as they shot King on the balcony Exported Marcus Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh Jacqueline, you heard the rifle shots crackling Her husband's head in her hands, you tried to put it back in America's watching, blood-stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walking through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck Looking around like, "These Devils!" I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I do? (Don't let the game make you lose your head) Grab a blunt or a brew? Grab a .22 and run out there and put this fucking violence in you? I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em, son, I- (You should be calling the shots instead) The power is in your hands Stop all this crying, and be a man