Chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia the fear of clocks The fear of time How's the cost of living I take what I have been givin' Has to say be strooong I aint' got tiiiime Leave me aloone Aint' got much time left I've got to funk you now Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Chronomentrophobia Lord please have mercy on my soul I have the impression that my life goin' to be a bowl with cherries but it's going to be very hard for me to cope 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 lie my head born in 1975 Never thought I would make it this far I'm still battilin' this racial war tryin' to find solutions of the situation I face the only thing that is 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 you from your reins 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 make that glits it's begening to look a lot like the ending got to be more careful know what corners you be benden revalations is getting impatient now i'm dead remember what I said i'm gone bow yo heads