At late nights, I can't sleep
Will I fall? Will I peep?
Through the curtains
All I see, fingers pointed at me
And they watching, and they watching
And I'm wondering what they thinking?thinking bout'
At late nights, I can't sleep
Counting cash, counting sheep
Through the curtains
All I see fingers pointed right at me
And I'm watching, and I'm watching
And I'm wondering what they thinking
Thinking bout'it all
In high school, we tried to act all tough
I remember a couple times, I couldn't back that up
Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my zapatos
Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrassed inside
If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like
I ain't never scared, never scared, never scared
I'm lying, I'm scared of these thoughts in my head
I'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle
Then, I turn around and buckle
Under stress and under pressure
Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson
But I rather not address it
Address that's in depression
I'm scared if I confess it
That you gon' look at me like I'm something less
And I'm such a mess
C'est lui qui a peur d'admettre ses craintes
Et c'est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter
On trouve la liberté dans la confession
Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance
And it just so happen, I'm wrestling with my status
I'm trying to see me like he do
Not focusing on this madness
They count on me, count me out on
A count of they fear and doubts
Keep account of my wrongs, trying
To keep me inside they house
Some just keep me around, I wonder what that's about
Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose
But, I'm comfortable in my skin
While they just pretend in they clothes
I'm scared of falling and failing in front of all of my foes
And I feel some friends are unfaithful
So, I keep my small circle closed
I don't want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors
I'ma tell that truth till it kill me and I'm chilling with my creator
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters
For the ones that think I forgot him
And the ones who won't let me say
I ain't scared no mo'
At late nights, I can't sleep
Will I fall? Will I peep?
Through the curtains
All I see, fingers pointed at me
And they watching, and they watching
And I'm wondering what they thinking bout'
At late nights, I can't sleep
Counting cash, counting sheep
Through the curtains
All I see fingers pointed right at me
And I'm watching, and I'm watching
And I'm wondering what
They thinking, thinking bout'it all
Everybody always
They gon have something to say rather you like it or not
Everybody always
They gon' have something to say
Baby, don't take it to heart
