In Time

[Intro: Rhymefest talking] What's up dawg? What you been on? Aw really? Enjoying your life huh? Summer school? Man you don't even gotta go through all of that homie. Just listen to what I gotta tell you man, let me spit this here. Come here, check it out [Verse One] It's hard to comprehend a brother like me Living with your old girl, no bills, went free I gotta worry about this man trying to evict me Smokers want to stick me Chicks wanna lick me [?] Rumors going to war every night on my block Now I know who's gun it is just by hearing the shots {gun fire} That's Bo {gun fire} That's Little Mack {heavy machine gun fire} Damn baby who the fuck is that?! I can tell from the way that he bust they ain't from round here Kids come up missing, you'll prolly find 'em around here Public system graduating schools of thugs We didn't have no swim team only pools of blood While white boys make bombs, my niggas show up late for prom With two baby moms, one on each arm Only 18, pulling up in stretch Hummers We didn't graduate though, I'll see your ass next summer [Hook] In time, if you listen to Rhyme you will find Yo' life, yo' choice, yo' mind If you ready to win then shorty it's yo' time and In time, if you listen to Rhyme you will find You can have anything you want You can live any dream you want [Verse Two] Look man, don't let this industry take you You did enough shows for free Tell that promoter he gotta pay you I done seen fools fall to their knees, thank god Sell drugs for studio time, losing they job Now you being faced with hopelessness They your homies and dip Why you acting like you want this shit? You prolly won't get rich, won't sex that chick Won't go platinum Prolly make an album and quit And you know you got child support running on stage "Where my ladies at?!" Chicks ain't giving you no support Called an A&R but you ain't got no rapport Working at the Ramada, "Bellboy hold that door!" Sometimes you gotta hit the bottom though to know where to climb Take that bull in your life, roll it up in a rhyme Depend on God and He'll see you through Believe in yourself or man how am I gonna believe in you? It's just... [Hook] [Verse Three] It ain't nothing like life, these friends, this wife This mic, this big ass house that's this tight Nothing like a check from Jive Going to the gas station and getting more than three dollars on pump five Nothing like a call from the dad I never met Talking to him like it's cool, I ain't upset I can Fight With The Best but I can only go so many rounds Ain't nothing like my homies holding me down It wasn't nothing like my mother's support Coming with me court, watching my shorty when I had to record Send her the plate with the turkey and stuffing It meant a lot to me even though you probably thought it was nothing The only way I can be free is to be something The only way people gon' see is when they see something I'ma represent my part of the plan And make something out of nothing Something y'all can hold in your hand Baby [Hook]