Monsters in My Head - The Game, DJ Infamous Haze

And Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying

Oh that thou wouldest bless me indeed

And enlarge my coast, and that thine hand might be with me

And that thou wouldest keep me from evil, that it may not grieve me!

And God granted him that which he requested

I’m sittin' here watchin' my daughter being born

Feel like I should thank God that nothin' went wrong

Back in my days I was headed straight for the graveyard

Runnin' from school cause enemies never stay far

Wear my colors watchin' Colors

Chasin' after my older brothers

Cause they was always into shit

Good thing we had different mothers

Playin' football in the streets with the homies

And local drug dealers kickin' back makin' money

Cause the crack fiend was always there

So I start sellin' that cane cause nobody never cared

Mama at the post office workin' that late night shift

Takin' care of my sisters cause my daddy wasn’t shit

Sweatin' over the stove and on a school clothes

Open the refrigerator like where did the food go

Tryin' to do whatever I can to be a man, hope you understand

Even when shit goes wrong it’s part of God’s plan, Amen

Now I lay me down to sleep

I pray to Lord my soul to keep

Wake me up before I’m dead

Don’t bury me with monsters in my head (Yeah)

Monsters in my head, with monsters in my head

Underneath the bed, underneath the bed

Layin' here staring at this Doggystyle poster on my wall

Bangin' Snoop Dogg spinnin' this basketball

What the fuck is going on

In a nigga head

All of my homies gone to jail or they end up dead

Got my first tattoo tear when I was nineteen

Chasin' a pipe dream

Crenshaw boulevard chillin', that was the night scene

And like the movies, niggas act a fool

When you pushin' a Beamer, who gives a fuck about a school

Mom’s set a curfew, but I was breakin' all the rules

Kicked a nigga out the house so I started forming my crew

Gettin' a little bigger on my own

In the twelfth grade Crips schemin' on me

Cause they know my trap self made, tryin' to get by or getting high

That’s how I survived, be a leader not a follower

That’s how them coward’s die

Pay 'em no mind but keep my chrome to the end of time

Feeling like no nigga can see me I think they’re going blind

Seemed like just yesterday a nigga was only 21

Showing the little homies how to use a fucking gun

Now look what I become, nigga was on the run

From the Compton slums, they right, like father like son

But I’m missing them days when I couldn’t roll up a blunt

Bust the windows out of cars just to only drive it once

Yeah them was the days but now a nigga getting paid

Pouring down rose for my niggas in the grave

My nigga Big Will and my homie P D

Feel like yesterday we was just running in the streets

And I swear to God funny how the time fly

And the only thing certain is that we all die

So let your soul fly