Verse 1)

My head jumps off of the pillow and is instantly propped up

I take a deep breath and hop down from the top bunk

It's pitch black as I go to lock the doors

As I stand wearing nothing but my boxer drawers

But as I turn back I begin to shiver in freight

As I walk towards my desk with the flickerin' light

Every drawer is pulled out in search for pads and some pens

With my rhyme book layin' open flat on the desk

It's like I'm being pulled in and it's embrasing my soul

By some kind of supernatural force that's taken control

So I begin to write as I put in my ear buds

And wipe the morning crust from the front of my tear ducts

I never get to sleep I just lie in my bed spiteful

You can even get me some bottles of red Nyquil

I'll drink three or four and then swallow a damn pint full

And even then I still wouldn't follow the REM cycle

It feels like it's been well over a month since I got rest

I write amongst the roaches the dust and the cobwebs

Lookin' through the window at the tower in my sight

Only junkies and killers up at this hour of the night

But new words continuously creep in my mind

The lines of the page are hungry so I feed them with rhymes

Proof that this is real is what I'm scheming to find

Cause I can't even tell if I'm awake or dreaming this time

(Chorus)

Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed

I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head

And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite

While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write

I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots

It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop

And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite

While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write

(Verse 2)

I'm about to start a new song my face harshens

Scattered thoughts written along the page margins

My words are filled with rage and rebellious flare

My eyes are glued to the page with a devilish stare

I could fill pamphlets with all the rhymes that my hand scripts

I leave hand prints on every pen that my hand grips

At the rate I ignite um it's kind of hard to recite um

Ideas are coming so quickly that I can hardly write um

The words are scribbled in the pad and have a visible depth

Pierced into the paper creating a ripple effect

The shade is growing dim I think I need an ink check

Since I started writing I don't think that I've blinked yet

Because rhymin' is like therapy and always copes MC's the best

Writing all these lyrics, phrases, words, and quotes relieves the stress

I write until I'm overworked and my elbows in need of rest

Until my veins inflated and appear as ropes beneath the flesh

So I'm leavin' several beats devoured again

Horizontally parallel is the route of the pen

I've lost my track of time writing for hours on end

With my wrist and forearm muscles bulgin' out of my skin

Cause anger, rage, and fury's what he's fin to release

Cause I'm just tryna earn respect and prove legitimacy

Feeling outta breath with sweat drippin' from my sleeve

My hand motion slows and my fingers begin to fatigue

Because I get excited for delight with the mic in hand

Studying my rhymes under the light from the brightest lamp

Completely focused I never loose sight for the slightest span

And even when it hurts I'm gonna fight through the writer's cramp

Haven't shown any emotion as I write with a straight face

The ending of my rhyme is what's soon gonna take place

I put down a pen with a feeling of great aid

And just when I think I'm finished I wake up to a blank page

(Chorus)

Cause every night I try to go to sleep in my bed

I'm awoken by another beat that creeps in my head

And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite

While most people snore and sleep walk, I sleep write

I don't know why I'm obsessed with the lyrics your kid jots

It feels like I'm possessed by the spirit of hip hop

And it forces me each night to rhyme and recite

While most people snore and sleep walk I sleep write