Chronomentrophobia
the fear of clocks
The fear of time
How's the cost of living
I take what I
have been givin'
Has to say be strooong
I aint' got tiiiime
Leave me aloone
Aint' got much time left
I've got to funk you now
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Chronomentrophobia
Lord please have mercy
on my soul
I have the impression
that my life
goin' to be a bowl
with cherries
but it's going to be
very hard for me to cope
tired of being broke
this ATLian aint' got
no time to sit and mope
made up my mind
while yall made up yo beds
on a cold wooden floor is
where I lie my head
born in 1975
Never thought
I would make it this far
I'm still battilin'
this racial war
tryin' to find solutions
of the situation I face
the only thing that is
free is my flow
that yall be chasin'
lettin' my niggas know
before I go
I drop that knowledge
like dropping books
lets stop the crooks
from robbing you
from your reins and such
using wellfare as a cruch
im in it for good
you into my hood you
wont be findin' much
hope that when im gone yall
remember this
what we stood for
fuck that fame
make that glits
it's begening to look
a lot like the ending
got to be more careful
know what corners
you be benden
revalations is
getting impatient
now i'm dead
remember what I said
i'm gone
bow yo heads