Not My Time

[Intro: Trae] Let me talk to them You need to pay attention to the truth You know it's here For every death, brings new life And with new life Our chances are limited They say it's limited by the experiences That we may come across on a day to day basis It's limited by the circumstances, of us being less fortunate in life They say it's limited by the spirit and hope we have That everybody try to take from you But then it's unlimited when you find peace with god [Verse 1: Trae] Come take a walk through the hood with me Where faith is at a lower level cuz pressure is hard 30 years in a cell will leave a killer acquainted with God Going to war with pain will leave you internally scarred Watchin' the world crash is kinda odd We in the last days is what they tellin' me 8 year old children bein' convicted of a felony Never had a life stereotype is what they bred to be Momma dead, daddy prolly somethin' they will never see The economy under fire by President Bush That's why they hood spend most of their days Blowin' president kush, the way he got us daily Give us a reason to push unless he on the verge of suicide And we gave 'em a push Katrina came and left our neighbors wit' some deadly weather And off the rip I beg the lord to try to make it better I feel they pain so now I ride wit' them like it's whatever Yeah I represent for New Orleans and Texas together I got a kite the other day from my homie's on lock They beg me not to switch up like rest. Look here Homie I'm not (You know I got you) So every chance I get to roll I'm coming the block (I'm coming the block) I'm in these penientary walls, till they tell me to stop I witness murder by the minute on another skill Sirens and a couple shots mean another body still (Body still) Even if we see it rules, got us unable to tell My Heart goes out to all those victims who done been thru hell Children molested by these cowards who ain't in at all As long as I'm living, I ain't gon' let these cowards win at all (Ain't gon' let them win) And for my people I'mma stand up till a soldier fall I'm so serious, ain't no need for me to grin at all And on another note, my girl homie momma is a smoker I promise I wanna help but she duck off when I approach her I'm so sensitive to the pain that I'm numb Put the world against me, on my babies I ain't finna run (I ain't finna run) And speakin' of babies, I'm seein' babies havin' babies Ho ass niggas skeetin' in these kids like they grown ladies (They goin' to hell) They tell me life gon' get better if Obama win (If Obama win) I agree as long as he don't switch up in the end (Switch up in the end) My brother been in the pen a little over ten I gotta send him pictures just to help 'em live again I let 'em know there's no limit how far this end extend If I gotta die to see 'em free, then I'll be checkin' in That's on my spirit homie... [Verse 2: Lynzie Kent] The vultures are coming Their hunting for your blood Their circling the streets But don't give them what they want But don't give them what they want And I know you got a secret And it's causing you pain So lay low baby It won't hurt you again It won't hurt you again It won't hurt you again It won't hurt you again I look through these eyes And these eyes only I live through this life Sometimes it's lonely I look through these eyes And these eyes only I Live through this life Sometimes it's lonely Sometimes it's lonely My life... My life...