How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.
“Got me on the curb letting traffic pass me by / No questions, I said nothing / Looking for the mutant to be buckin the law / Naw man Gipp show him my shit, close my mouth then I dip / See to me G is a person who understands the plan / Can’t make no moves when you in the hands of the man”
Big Gipp | “Thought Process”