作词 : Hayes, Wu Tang Clan Technique is ill son, watch how I spill one Peace to Biggie Tupac Big L and Big PunHavoc on the streets of Staten, snitches House niggaz children watch as they produce the same pattern Somebody raped our women, murdered our babies Hit us with the cracks and guns in the early 80's For those that murdered me shall stand before GodTo fall at the hands of fate, then out comes the rod Bring it back What the fuck is goin' on? I can't go to sleep Feds jumpin' out they jeeps, I can't go to sleep Babies with flies on the cheeks, it's hard to go to sleep Ish bowled two sixes twice, I couldn't go to sleep Aiyyo we deep in the stairs, we carry [Incomprehensible] guns[Incomprehensible] got, hit up with the big shit, bam-bam Stop at the cheeba spot, then pass the leak spot So past y'all niggaz again, you took a cheap shot Not knowin' fuckin' with me, you get your meat chopped You thought we fell on our face? You need to be stopped Call on the chariots, call on an ambulance You better smile my nigga, you on candid cam Gangsta broad, these be the laws, walk with big balls Nigga motherfuckin' eunuch, I even take which was yours I'm the nigga that made you man When your rap wasn't doin' well, I'm the nigga that gave you a hand Let's love each other Don't get mad' Cause it ain't that bad Just be who you are, you've come so far It's in your hands, just be a man Get the jelly out your spine Cobwebs, out of your mind I can't go to sleep, I can't shut my eyes They shot the father of his moms, killed him seven times They shot Malcolm in the chest front of his little seeds Jesse watched, as they shot King on the balcony They spat at Marcus, Garvey 'cause he tried to spark us With the knowledge of ourselves and our forefathers Oh Jacqueline you heard the rifle shots cracklin' Her husband head in her hair, you tried to put it back in America's watchin', blood stained ink blotches Medgar took one to the skull for integrating college What's the science? Somebody? This is trick knowledge They try to keep us enslaved and still scrape for dollars Walkin' through Park Hill, drunk as a fuck Lookin' around like, these devils, I'm ready to break this world down They got me trapped up in a metal gate, just stressed out with hate And just, give me no time to relax and use my mind to meditate What should I do? Grab a blunt or a brew?(Don't like the game, nigga use your head) Grab a two-two and run out there and put this fuckin' violence in you?(You should be callin' the shots instead ) I can't go to sleep, I can't shut 'em son I(The power is in your hands)(Stop all this cryin, and be a man)