Chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia

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

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