I never sleep When trouble steals thoughts from my restless mind for free, it could be, The times I'm living in lately. I seem to find myself talking to the powers that be Awaking the shade and shadowed under towering trees Admiring the scene, inhaling

All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando We the first ones that came up with the bando Talking ‘bout you got the Act but what they goin’ for I’m bout to start extorting niggas for that Migo flow We the ones that really came in with the kicking doors Same

For the first time Oh these times are hard Yeah they're making us crazy Don't give up on me baby Trying to make it work but man these times are hard Sit talking up all night Even after all these years We just now got the feeling that we're meeting But

But in the communique you know he's gonna come clean Say what he means Communication Think what he say Maybe on Monday he got something to say They want to get a statement for jesus' sake It's like a talking to the wall He's incommunicado no comment to

There are moments that the words don't reach (If you see him in the street, walking by her side Talking by her side, have pity) Forgiveness, can you imagine? There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can Then push away

You never talk to me What are you thinking Why won't you talk to me What are you feeling Where do we go from here It doesn't have to be like this All we need to do is make sure we keep talking We're going nowhere For millions of years mankind lived just

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

Stop talking, we can get along We can Marvin Gaye and get it on Where you want to be, I've been before Boy, you're so much better when you don't speak I don't need your little money I can put you under something Shh, say no more No, baby, you can't do it

Blank face in the windowpane Made clear in seconds of light Disappears and returns again Counting hours, searching the night Might be waiting for someone Might be there for us to see Might be in need of talking Might be staring directly at me Inside

On some beach, somewhere On some beach Driving down the interstate Running thirty minutes late Singing Margaritaville and minding my own Some foreign car drivin' dude with a road rage attitude Pulled up beside me talking on his cell phone