Borrowed Time

[Raw J]<br>Around me time was swirling<br>At a cafe where joy and pain were converging, a life-less serpent<br>Thought I summoned him in vein, in the wind and rain<br>Standing on-top this epitaph of pain<br>Heard the "whisper of death"<br>Couldn`t bear to hear more<br>Instantly poured two sips upon this cafe floor<br>Gravity he carried pulled my soul to skins edges<br>Horrifying sketches etched into my memory<br>Bottomless graves was his demand<br>Could stop the sand in glass that`s why I live fast<br>But my saga continues as the sun rises<br>Somberly we engaged, this phantom which I now had to gauge<br>What`s your sequence, plan or arrangement?<br>Now is not your time<br>Find what you going to find<br>Your friends lived well, but this is how I live mine<br>This is how I live mine...<br><br>[Oatmeal]<br>I stay awake in my sleep<br>and I slumber in my conscience<br>40 days and 40 nights<br>that`s my visitation rights<br>uncontrollable urge, predestined is my plan<br>I walk the earth and wait my turn for my chance to meet the man<br>But that`s a mystery to me beyond popular belief<br>And I`m open to opinion, anything to ease the grief<br>The price it`s way too steep<br>You wanna by your way in<br>I keep my fate prices buried deep beneath my skin<br>In the midst of discussion, youre fussin who`s right or wrong<br>I find myself alone without a place to call my own<br>So as I breathe this borrowed time<br>Footsteps dont follow mine<br>For in my shadow its cold<br>Time folds a crease in my mind<br>Blind leads the crippled<br>The crippled deaf in the streets<br>A pocket full of insight, a look at defeat<br>I keep an even slow pace on this concrete<br>Thinking about my peeps and how I feel<br>Somebody punched the wrong clock on my folks<br>How do we cope?<br>Young tope said to live and let die<br>Until one of his own fell outta sight…<br><br>[Side B]<br>And I was born when I stopped breathin<br>When my heart stopped I started livin<br>Stepped outside this prison<br>Made of cold flesh and brittle bones that once provided<br>Shelter to my spirit, but fate decided where chance<br>And circumstance coincided, my trance was now<br>Locked in permanent<br>This indiscriminate force takes course with no determinants..<br>I was a candidate ever since I had this thing called life<br>A boarding pass for some folks was a murderer`s knife<br>I`d die to live, but cant grasp this paradoxy<br>Destiny was overlooked by the scalpels of autopsies<br>In crowded churchyards we bury pain and grief<br>Instead of loved ones, exhausted physical tabs<br>In time inscribes names upon concrete slabs<br>Placed above their tombs but below their souls<br>Flatlined but resurrected in minds of those who spent time<br>Before his stopped<br>My tears lagged behind emotions of guilt, but the pain made sure<br>That he wasn`t forgot, that I wasn`t forgot, that you wasn`t forgot<br>that we wasn`t forgot....