My mother only gave birth, she never really had me
So laughter was far even when I watched Police Academy
But things I've been through don't define who I am now
So in this book full of verses, I write down this vow
I will sleep when I am dead
For up with the weights I work like Nasty C "Said"
Oh wilderness, paradise, what is the difference
When imams and pastors both give deliverance
Heeding to the rumbles of a distant drum
Into the world I blow, a Niger Deltan spectrum
This path-way that I have set my soul upon
A dusty race, a little hour or two, I will be gone
So I will rest when I am dead
I've got a role to play like Arnold the football head
Lean upon me lightly, I'm a dreamer, an unbeliever
Lost in time and memories like an old true lover
I'm frozen in the milky way, all stiff as if I'm posing
For there was, now no more, what fate I'm composing
I dig into head like a caterpillar, and I'm a butterfly
I have got to find a way to fly and touch the sky
So I will sleep when I am dead
A modern day version of Flintstone Fred
Whose thoughts are alternate night and day
This Mortal Kombat I fight, like a game from Midway
A jug of wine and a loaf of bread, in books I read of this
So I went in the wonderland hole searching, like Alice
And there is nothing here, and nothing was there
A life forever messed up like an uncle and niece affair
But I will rest when I am dead
For Jesus is gone, and I need seventy loaves of bread
And without asking, I rose and broke free from thorns
With the sunshine, comforting a cloud that mourns
Here is the door, for which I have found no key
A rumble in my jungle making me crumble like a cookie
As a form without this mind, this body is blind
No sleep, no rest for this movie called life has no rewind.
