No rest, homicidal dreams
My cellmate, all he do is scream
Out loud how he wants to go home
That's funny, I'm here all-alone
Locked, in a single cell,
His back's bleeding, he's cold as hell
And I'm hoping, they turn on some heat
I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets
'Where'd he go?' he walk through walls, run halls, I prey 'teach
me'
They don't seem him at the health try to reach me
I say 'please see how he feels'
They say 'he's alright but he's not real'
Evaluations say I suffer from depression
Hallucinations, self-corration's what they're guessin
I'm here doing years, I'm stressin'
Medicate me, sedate me want me to rest an'
Don't take that won't be best an'
He said I need his help and he needs me
'Nagga you walk through walls, go home you're free'
