Chronomentrophobia

[Intro] Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks The fear of time... [Verse 1] High's the cost of living I take what I have been given Pastor say, be strooong Hooo yeahhhhahhh I ain't' got tiiiime Leave me aloone [Bridge] Ain't that much time left I've got to funk you now [Hook] Chronomentrophobia (x8) [Verse 2] Lord, be havin' mercy on my soul I'm havin' the impression that my life gonna be a bowl of cherries But it's very hard for me to cope Got tired of being broke This ATLien ain't' got no time to sit and mope Made up my mind while ya'll made up yo beds On a cold wooden floor is where I lay my head Born in 1975 Never thought I'd make it this far Still battlin' in this racial war Tryin' to find solutions to the situation I'm facin' Only thing that's free is my flow that yall be chasin' Lettin' my niggas know before I go I drop that knowledge like dropping books Let's stop the crooks from robbing of your brains and such Using welfare as a crutch I'm in it for good You enter my hood you won't be findin' much Hope that when I'm gone ya'll 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 bendin' Revelations getting impatient Now I'm dead Remember what I said I'm gone Bow ya heads