The Game – Monsters In My Head lyrics

I'm sitting here watching my daughter being born
For like I should thank god that nothing went wrong
Back in my days I saved the strength for the graveyard
Running from school cause enemies never stay far
Wear my colors watching colors chasing after my older brothers
Cause they was always sending shit with me we had different brothers
Playing football in the streets with the homies
And local drug dealers kicking back making money cause the crack fiend
Was always there so I start selling that cane cause nobody never cared
Mama at the post office working at late night shifts
Taking care of my sisters cause my daddy wouldn't...
Sweating on the stove and on a school clothes
Open the refrigerator like where did the food go?
Trying to do whatever I can to be a man, hope you understand
Even when shit goes wrong it's part of god's plan, amen

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed

Laying here staring at this doggy style poster on my wall
... Spinning this basketball, what the fuck is going on?
Ain't a niggaare here, all of my homies gone to jail, or they end up dead
Got my first tattoo tear when I was 19, chasing in pipe dreams
Cause... Bullet for chilling, that was a nice scene
Like the movies, niggers acting fool, when you pushing the beemer
Who gives a fuck about the school?
Mom's out of... But I was breaking all the rules
Kicked a niggaare out the house so I started forming my crew
Getting a little bigger on my own, in the 12 grade creeps scheming on me
Cause they know my trap cell mate, trying to get by or getting high
That's how I survived, be a leader not a follower, that's...
Paying no... But keep my chrome too the end of time
Feeling like no niggaare can see me I think they're going blind

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed

Seems like just yesterday a niggaare was only 21
Showing the little homie how to use a fucking gun
Now look what I become, niggaare is on the run
From the cops, the slums, the right, like father like son
But I'm missing them days when I couldn't roll up a blunt
Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once
Yeah them was the days but now a niggaare getting paid
Pouring down rose for my niggers in the grave
My niggaare big wheel and my homie p
Feel like yesterday we was running in the streets
And I swear to god funny how the time fly
And the only thing certain that we all die
So let your soul fly

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray to lord my soul to keep
Wake me up before I'm dead
Don't bury me with monsters in my head, yeah
Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head
Underneath the bed, underneath the bed