Laulunsanoja:
Sleeping The The Big Deep

Sundown, vision's blurry. The trains sway like sinking ships. There's something burning Brooklyn bound. Something's returning, burning down. Gun

Disappeared, lost and jaded. Eyes heavy, straining. About time I made my way back home. This god-damned state is sinking. It's got its style but

Mother's love, cornered and shaking up. The sun, bright on such a violent day, See the blood on the shattered dinner plates. Six years old, frozen

Scared, angry thoughts surround my skull. Slickest clouds dropping down to the ocean floor. Now I can't even think straight. 12:08 a perfect day.

m troubled as I step outside On a painful dizzy night. I can feel the ground spinning and it shocks my skin. I can feel it shock my skin. Hard times cutting deep

never see what I see, motherfucker Beanie Sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep

, a life legendary Who else put flows out that put clothes out? Flee the cold weather, short sleeves with my toes out Nine-six, Big showed me what to do But deep

in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension The nardi to steer with Alpine deck was glowin' Bumpin'' Big

it too Monday to Sunday I hit all the clubs And everybody know me when I pull up I got the real big posse with me, yeah I'm deep And if you looking