insomnia

insomnia, staying up because you can't sleep

but that's redundant, so how's bout we kick it real deep

fighting on the street, your neighbors calling up the police

smoking dope on you're' lawn, rebel to the law

this song goes out to all the obama's

obama's mama's, obama's mama's mama's

and head trauma victim's for b*****s

sick twisted mission to straddle dicks then

go around claiming they there after you out the pen

what the f**k are you gonna do then

without my dick for thirty days, you're gonna give in

and f**k a camel skin d***o like a crazy f*****g s**t

coz that's the only reason i love you, i guess, i'm prolly just always high as f**k

but back to the point at hand

the task for me is to f*****g sleep

easier said than done when you're brain never

feels like it's running on empty

it's always drifting wishing

for a day when i am no long dish washing

and car-hoppin and sad sobbing

boo-hoo ing over this and that

which court date i missed

when i gotta take a piss

thinking back to the elementary days

now i'm on the path that the penitentiary paves

for some mischevious ways, just moving a little weight

contemplate time, should i really resign?