6:00 in the morning, thats when i lose my sleep.

i hate waking up.
i wanna sleep for all eternity.
i wanna hibernate the hours lost.
sellin them to the city.
i use weapons so i can support.
play fair, and enrage new york.
pride aint shit when got no fingers.
holding onto to the only feeling that ever lingers.
i wont erase, just press on in due time.
then open my chest, take a look, and see what i find.
what i found. on the ground ain't nothing to break.
you just try to relate, but with mercenaries on your back,
you turn to slack and then cap your head. laying in bed
rest your head before you shred, before you're dead.

lame ass rhymes before my bedtime.
day was dull. nights a loss.
tomorrow ill bleed and trouble will have a cost.