Artist: Killah Priest f/ Savoy Album: Black August Song: Time Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: sample] I know how tough it is *gunshot* [Killah Priest] My life flashes I'm 8 years old my face stares cold at the pastor As he pace up the row He reads a chapter his voice is like grabbing my soul The scenes turn blacker and finally it fades out slow Then here and after a whole brand new screen show I hear laughter it's my birthday I'm 18 years old I'm on gates between Monroe 8 fiends and young hoes inflate dreams with gun blows wakes screams and blunt rolls up admit 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 into escape But it's too late I see my casket My mother screaming bastard U know who killed him Filled him with the rugers from they lugers It's them goddamn hoodlums But its too late I see the King and the New Jerusalem [Chorus 2X: Savoy] Feel me Time keeps on ticking Stay focused ain't no time for politicking Gotta keep our young brothers outta prison Every day I breathe feels like a mission listen [Killah Priest] Was this my fate To be judged in this place Angels watching me I step up to plead my case I see his face in black space Ok let me backtrace Something went wrong between that gat in my waist Something went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clapping my way Is this the judgment the place where every thug has been After hearing gunfire And slugs go in R u the chosen or the one known as the omen The gates r 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 & guns I was born cold naked and young Mouth open rain splashing off the cardboard Wetting my tongue We prayed for the shepherd to come I was called a monster I was a youngster Crawled out the dumpster Toes were bloody clothes were muddy eyes were cruddy 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 talk to the most High Priest hug me, real, real [Chorus 2X] [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]