Sleep - The Roots, Son Little

Like when autumn leaves

Fall down from the trees

There goes my honeybee

I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams

And I do not miss them yet

I wouldn’t wish them on the worst of enemies

Let them burn, go from here

Like when autumn leaves

To catch a thief, who stole the soul I prayed to keep

Insomniac, bad dreams got me losing sleep

I’m dead tired, my mind playing tricks, deceit

A face in the glass, unable to admit defeat

All that I am, all that I was is history

The past unraveled, adding insult to this injury

I’m fighting the battle for the soul of the century

Destiny is everything that I pretend to be

Look, and what I did came back to me eventually

The music played on, and told me I was meant to be awake

It’s unresolved like everything I had at stake

Illegal activity controls my black symphony

Orchestrated like it happened incidentally

Oh, there I go, from a man to a memory

Damn, I wonder if my fam will remember me

I’ve lost a lot of sleep to dreams

And I do not miss them yet

I wouldn’t wish them on the worst of enemies

Let them burn, go from here

Like when autumn leaves