KING CHRIS, NOUN and ENZYME - TOSSING AND TURNING



(King Chris)
hey yo I gotta put my feet down out on the streets now
can´t sleep now - been about a week I feel weak now
all I really need now is to clear my mind
feels like I´m even working on my spare time
the little voice in my head whispering
but I pretend I really don´t hear anything
I guess the best thing would be if I just tuned in
but I gotta get these muscles moving
find myself chosing should I go to rest
or is this valuable time I´m losing
feels like I gotta get up get out and get something
can´t close my eyes gotta keep my motor running



(scratches)
but I keep tossing and turning
trying to rest my weary head all my thoughts in a whirlwind
night time write a rhyme time to let it out
escapades of the mind yeah I´m heading out



(Noun)
don´t even try to fight it these days
these nights wide awake trying to catch some sleep in vain
weekdays or weekends they all feel the same
looking out my window frame trying to ease the strain
with a drink to the moon - I know soon I gotta see some change
but it seems only the seasons change
or is it that I might be insane
mom said it runs in the fam being slightly deranged
it´s been this way since I got off the grave shift
answering phones rowing an office slave ship
never turn my lamp off it stays lit
as I daydream the night away taking off in space ships
same shit different day
I guess I should lay down again try to drift away
and my thoughts turn to a misty haze
I kiss the rays of light as the night shifts to day



(scratches)



(Enzyme)
tonight I can´t get no rest I´m just twisting and turning
the world outside the curtain is making me nervous
I´m all alone thinking bout my girl who´s out working
I´m urging to get get out like giving birth man
the streets a circus - honeys with rubbers in their purses
night nurses - the type to invite the perverts
to allies where no light emerges
man I feel this sickness got me like allergic
to the sights of the city that got people dying
they bite you if you´re rich or if you´re dying trying
no distinction it´s iron for iron
and the violence is silent all you hear is the cry of the sirens
cause kids be applying them hits and runs
I´m observing while I mix my blunt I said
cause kids be applying them hits and runs
I´m observing while I kiss this blunt so check it out



(scratches)