Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Radio Version)

I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles

Oh, we on the radio, dude?

Oh, alright

At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn

Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned

Four walls closing in, gettin bigger

I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger

My mother's always stressin' I ain't living right

But I ain't going out without a fight

See, every time my eyes close

I start sweating and blood starts coming out my nose

It's somebody watching the Ak'

But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching my back

I can see him when I'm deep in the covers

When I awake I hear em call "burn the rubber"

He owns a black hat like I own

A black suit and a 'caine like my own

Some might say, "Take a chill, B."

But I can't G, cuz there's somebody trying to kill me

I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows

Every 20 seconds got me peeping out my window

Investigating the joint for traps

Checking my telephone for taps

I'm staring at the woman on the corner

It's messed up when your mind's playing tricks on ya

I make big money, I drive big cars

Everybody know me; it's like I'm a movie star

But late at night, something ain't right

I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights

Is it that fool that I ran off the block?

Or is it that clown last week that I shot?

Or is it the one I beat for 5000 dollars?

Thought he had 'caine, but it was Gold Medal flour

Reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers

Ain't no use to me lying, I was scareder than a mother

Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick

If it's going down, let's get it over with

Here they come just like I figured

I got my hand on the chrome-plated trigger

What I saw will make you start gigglin'

Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens

I live by the sword

I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid

I keep looking over my shoulder

And peeping around corners; my mind is playing tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope

I feel like I'm the one that's doing shit

Can't keep a steady hand, because I'm nervous

Every Sunday morning I'm in service

Praying for forgiveness

And tryin' to find an exit out the business

I know the Lord is looking at me

But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy

I often drift while I drive

Having fatal thoughts of suicide

Bang and get it over with

And then I'm worry-free, but that's nonsense

I got a little boy to look after

And if I died then my child would be a bastard

I had a woman down with me

But to me it seemed like she was down to get me

She helped me out in this

But to me she was just another chick

Now she's back with her mother

Now I'm realizing that I love her

Now I'm feeling lonely

My mind is playing tricks on me

This year Halloween fell on a weekend

Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin'

Robbing little kids for bags

Till a law man got behind our rags

So we speeded up the pace

Took a look back and he was right before our face

He'd be in for a squabble, no doubt

So I swung and tried to take him out

He was going down, we planned

But this wasn't no ordinary man

He stood about six or seven feet

Now that's a creep I'd be seeing in my sleep

So we triple-teamed on him

Dropping them 5th Ward B's on him

The more I swung, the more blood flew

Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too

Then I felt just like a fiend

It wasn't even close to Halloween

It was dark as death on the streets

My hands were all bloody, from punching on the concrete

Aw man, homie

My mind is playing tricks on me