Chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia

The fear of clocks

The fear of time

How's the cost of living?

I take what I've been given

Pastor say, be strong

Ooh, yeah

I ain't got time, leave me alone

I ain't got much time left

I've got to funk you now

Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia

Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia

Lord, be having mercy on my soul

I'm having the impression that my life gone be a bowl

Of cherries, but it's very hard for me to cope

Got tired of being broke

This ATL-ien ain't got time to sit and mope

Made up my mind while y'all made up your beds

On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head

Born in 1975, never thought I'd make it this far

Still battling endless racial war

Trying to find solutions to the situation I'm facing

Only thing that's free is my flow that y'all be chasing

Letting my **** know before I go that I drop that knowledge

Like dropping books, let's stop the crooks from robbing you

Of your brains and such

Using welfare as a crutch

I'm in it for good, you into my hood, you won't be finding much

Hope that when I'm gone, y'all remember this

What we stood for, fuck that fame and that glitz

It's beginning to look a lot like the ending

Got to be more careful, know what corners you be bending

Revelations getting impatient, now I'm dead

Remember what I said, I'm gone, bow your heads