Killah Priest - Time Lyrics
[Intro: sample]I know how tough it is *gunshot*[Killah Priest]My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares coldAt the pastor, as he picks up the robeHe reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soulThe seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slowThe hearing after, a whole brand new screen showI hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years oldI'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoesThe flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt roseUp, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunkSo much, that I can't see straightAnother flash, I'm in a fancy placeA waiter walks over, hands me a plateI trance it to escape, but it's too lateI shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastardYa'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugersRuger, you God damn hoodlumsBut it's too late, I see the king in the New JerusalemI can touch the gates[Chorus 2X: Savoy]Time keep on tickingStay focused, ain't no time for politickingGot to keep our young brothers out of prisonEvery day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen[Killah Priest]Was this my fate, to be judged in this placeAngels watchin' me, I step up to plead my caseI see his face in black space, okay let me back spaceSomethin' went front between that gat and my wasteSomethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my wayIs this the judgment, the place where every thug has beenAfter hearin' gun fire, and slugs go inAre you the chosen, or the one known as the omenThe gates are open, I wanna know where I'm goingIs this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slumsNext to a bum, saw death pestilence and gunsI was born cold ***** and youngMouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongueWe prayed for the shepherd to comeI was called a monster, I was a youngsterCrawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddyEyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above meCried I'm ugly, found out this life don't love meDespised by the country, paralyzed in my one kneeTalked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real[Chorus 2X][Interlude: Savoy]No, no, no, no, no, no, noPriesthood, Savoy MurdaG-13, what's poppin', oh, no, no, noNo, it's real, it's realIt's real, just sing it when it's realIt's real, it's real, it's real, it's real[Chorus 2X]
