"Mind Playing Tricks On Me" by Geto Boys

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

At night I cant sleep. I toss and turn. 
Candlesticks in the dark - visions of bodies bein burned 
Four walls just starin at a nigger. 
Im paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigger. 
My mothers always stressin I aint livin right. 
But I aint going out without a fight. 

See everytime my eyes close 
I start sweatin and blood starts comin out my nose. 
Its somebody watching the act 
but i dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back. 
I can see em when Im deep in the covers. 
When I awake I dont see the mother fucker. 
He owns a black hat like I own. 
A black suit and a cane like my own 
Some mights say take a chill, B 
but fuck that shit! Theres a nigger tryin to kill me. 

Im pumpin in the clip when the wind blows. 
every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window. 
Investigatin the joint for traps 
checking my telephone for taps. 
Im starin at the woman on the corner 
Its fucked up when your minds playin tricks on ya. 

I make big money. I drive big cars. 
Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star. 
But late at night, somethin aint right. 
I feel Im bein tailed by the same suckers headlights. 
do that move, then I ran up the block. 
or is it that nigger last week that I shot. 
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars. 
thought he had caine but it was Gold-Medal flour 
reached under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers 
they no used to the line. I was scared of little mother
fuckers. 
Put the left in the Popeyes and better die quick 
if its goin down lets get this shit over with 
Here the come, just like I figured 
I got my hand on the mother-fuckin trigger 
when I saw make your ass start gigglin 
three blind crippled and crazy senior citizens 
I live by the sword 
I take my boys everywhere I go, because Im paranoid 
I keep lookin over my shoulder, peepin around corners. 
My mind is playin tricks on me. 

Day by day its more impossible to cope 
I feel like Im the one thats doin dope. 
Cant keep a steady hand becuase Im nervous 
Every Sunday morning Im in service 
praying for forgiveness, and tryin to find an exit out the
business 
I know the Lord is lookin at me 
but yet He still has offered me to feel happy 
I often drift when I drive, havin fatal thoughts of suicide.

Bang! and get it over with 
and then Im worry-free, but thats bullshit. 
I got a little boy to look after 
and I died then my child would be a bastard. 
I had a woman down with me. 
But to me it seemed like she was tryin to get me 
She helped me out in this shit, 
but to me she was just another bitch. 
Now shes back woth her mother. 
Now Im realizing that I love her. 
Now Im feeling lonely. 
My mind is playin tricks on me. 

This year Halloween fell on a weekend 
me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin 
robbin little kids for bags 
til an old man got behind our ass 
so we speeded up the pace. 
Took a look back and he was right before our face. 
He be in for a squabble no doubt, 
so I swung and hit the nigger in the mouth. 
He was going down we figured, 
but this wasnt no ordinary nigger. 
He stood about six or seven feet. 
now thats a nigger I be seein in my sleep. 
So we triple-teamed on him. 
Droppin them motherfuckin bs 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 wasnt even close to Halloween 
It was dark as fuck on the streets. 
My hands were all bloody from punchin on the concrete. 
Goddamn homey. 
My mind is playin tricks on me.