Time

<br>[Intro: sample]<br>I know how tough it is *gunshot*<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>My life flashes, I`m eight years old, my face stares cold<br>At the pastor, as he picks up the robe<br>He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin` my soul<br>The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow<br>The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show<br>I hear laughter, it`s my birthday, I`m eighteen years old<br>I`m on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes<br>The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose<br>Up, they lit it, some hit it, I`m drunk<br>So much, that I can`t see straight<br>Another flash, I`m in a fancy place<br>A waiter walks over, hands me a plate<br>I trance it to escape, but it`s too late<br>I shoot my casket, my moms screamin` bastard<br>Ya`ll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers<br>Ruger, you God damn hoodlums<br>But it`s too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem<br>I can touch the gates<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Savoy]<br>Time keep on ticking<br>Stay focused, ain`t no time for politicking<br>Got to keep our young brothers out of prison<br>Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen<br><br>[Killah Priest]<br>Was this my fate, to be judged in this place<br>Angels watchin` me, I step up to plead my case<br>I see his face in black space, okay let me back space<br>Somethin` went front between that gat and my waste<br>Somethin` went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin` my way<br>Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been<br>After hearin` gun fire, and slugs go in<br>Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen<br>The gates are open, I wanna know where I`m going<br>Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums<br>Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns<br>I was born cold naked and young<br>Mouth open, rings slashin` off of cardboard, wettin` my tongue<br>We prayed for the shepherd to come<br>I was called a monster, I was a youngster<br>Crawlin` out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy<br>Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me<br>Cried I`m ugly, found out this life don`t love me<br>Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee<br>Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Interlude: Savoy]<br>No, no, no, no, no, no, no<br>Priesthood, Savoy Murda<br>G-13, what`s poppin`, oh, no, no, no<br>No, it`s real, it`s real<br>It`s real, just sing it when it`s real<br>It`s real, it`s real, it`s real, it`s real<br><br>[Chorus 2X]