Time Lyrics - Killah Priest

[Intro: sample] 

I know how tough it is *gunshot* 

[Killah Priest] 

My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold 

At the pastor, as he picks up the robe 

He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soul 

The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow 

The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show 

I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old 

I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes 

The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose 

Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunk 

So much, that I can't see straight 

Another flash, I'm in a fancy place 

A waiter walks over, hands me a plate 

I trance it to escape, but it's too late 

I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard 

Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers 

Ruger, you God damn hoodlums 

But it's too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem 

I can touch the gates 

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[Chorus 2X: Savoy] 

Time keep on ticking 

Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking 

Got to keep our young brothers out of prison 

Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen 

[Killah Priest] 

Was this my fate, to be judged in this place 

Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my case 

I see his face in black space, okay let me back space 

Somethin' went front between that gat and my waste 

Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my way 

Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been 

After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in 

Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen 

The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going 

Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums 

Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns 

I was born cold naked and young 

Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue 

We prayed for the shepherd to come 

I was called a monster, I was a youngster 

Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy 

Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me 

Cried I'm ugly, found out this life don't love me 

Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee 

Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real 

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[Chorus 2X] 

[Interlude: Savoy] 

No, no, no, no, no, no, no 

Priesthood, Savoy Murda 

G-13, what's poppin', oh, no, no, no 

No, it's real, it's real 

It's real, just sing it when it's real 

It's real, it's real, it's real, it's real 

[Chorus 2X]