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,
Hooo yeahhhhahhh,
I ain’t got tiiiime,
Leave me aloone,
Aint' got much time left,
I've got to funk you now
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 ain’t got no time to sit and mope,
Made up my mind while y’all 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 battling’ this racial war,
Tryin’ to find solutions of the situation I face,
The only thing that is free is my flow that y’all be chasin,
Lettin my n****s know before I go,
I drop that knowledge like dropping books,
Let’s stop the crooks from robbing you from your reins and such,
Using welfare as a crutch,
I’m in it for good,
You into my hood you wont be findin much,
Hope that when I’m gone y’all remember this,
What we stood for,
F*** that fame make that glits,
It's beginning to look a lot like the ending, got to be more careful,
Know what corners you be bendin, revelations is getting impatient,
Now I'm dead,
Remember what I said,
I'm gone,
Bow yo heads |
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