The fear of clocks
The fear of time
High as the cost of living
I take what I've been given
Pastor say "be strong"
Ooh hey hey
I ain't got time leave me alone
I ain't got much time left
I've got to funk you now
Chronomentrophobia [Repeat: x8]
Lord be having mercy on my soul
I'm having the impression that my life goin' be a bowl
Of cherries but its very hard for me to cope
Got tired of being broke
This ATLien ain't got no time to sit and mope
Made up my mind while y'all made up y'all beds
On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
Born in 1975 never thought I'd make it this far
Still battling in this racial war
Trying to find solutions to the situation I'm facing
Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasing
Letting my niggas know before I go I drop that knowledge
Like dropping books lets stop the crooks
From robbing you of your brains and such using welfare as a crutch
I'm in it for good you into my hood you won't be finding much
Hope that when I'm gone y'all remember this
What we stood for "fuck that fame and that glitz"
It's beginning to look a lot like the ending
And got to be more careful know what corners you be bending
Revelations getting impatient and now I'm dead
Remember what I said I'm gone bow ya heads
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