Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks.
The fear of time.
[Verse 1]
How`s the cost of living,
I take what I have been givin`,
Has to say, be strooong,
hooo yeahhhhahhh,
I aint` got tiiiime,
Leave me aloone,
[Bridge]
Aint` that much time left,
I`ve got to funk you now
[chorus]
Chronomentrophobia [repeat 8x]
[Verse 2]
Lord, be havin` mercy on my soul,
I`m havin` the impression that my life goin` to be a bowl of cherries,
but it`s very hard for me to cope,
got 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 lay my head,
born in 1975,
Never thought I`d make it this far, still battilin` in this racial war,
tryin` to find solutions to the situation I`m facin`,
only thing that`s 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 of your brains 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 and that glits,
it`s begening to look a lot like the ending, got to be more careful,
know what corners you be benden, revalations getting impatient,
now i`m dead,
remember what I said,
i`m gone,
bow yo heads
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