It was yesterday in the middle of the night,
There was something going in and I knew it was a fight
Didn’t wanna listen neither interfere
Cause I thought to myself it’s pretty rough up there

Stayed in my bed trying to fall asleep
But the bumps up there was like counting sheep
Few hours later finally did succeed
But the questions in my head was like a pile of heat

So I dreamed ‘bout a life in peace
I seemed to have escaped from the damned police
Never mind that I didn’t have no money
Cause the land I was in was afloat with milk and honey

But I can’t make
I can’t escape it
It’s not a job now
It’s a god damn curse