Some nights I am asleep
Some nights I’m just a creep
Some nights I slay the dragon
In my dreams
With Excalibur almighty
And its blade so crafty
Some nights I go too deep
Way too flippin’ deep
Into topics, discussions
Gossips, conversations
About various plantations
Some nights I take a leap
To a whole new kind of trip
Trying another kind of drip
That I wish I didn’t keep
For it wasn’t really cheap
Some nights I wish I was asleep
While lost on a dusty lonesome road
Where I hear nothing but a toad
And the wind blowing cold
Some nights appear too bright
Because of some police fight
That went too tight
Getting me under their station’s light
Some nights I see no darkness
Just flashes on the freeway
From raging cars and hasty trucks
Chasing piles of bucks
To buy a new pair of crocs
Some nights I carry a load
That makes me say “oh my Lord”
As it almost breaks my spinal chord
While throwing me over the board
Some nights I chat with a brother
Sharing our daily bother
Praising our loving father
Being grateful to each other
Some nights become days
And then the music plays
Sing! Sing little nightingale