Lyrics Time 4real - bleubird, Ceschi Ramos

Time 4real

I took all the dirt they buried me in
Made a garden to remind me of my sins
I ain’t never been accused of not tryin' hard enough
Had my guts served up in a gold-plated cup
Cancers, cancers;
tiny dancers
Two Devils on my shoulders
And they’re feeding me answers
I go and assemble the words with my call
From the beat to the back;
from the head to the floor
Night trains, right-brained, their brain cells
Though it might not stand, but there is gray hair
And I won’t be force-fed to my death
Born to a storm and the mess
Torn from the mother, become another
Undercover 'til the pores sweat
Comin' down before it’s wet
Never start to regret
I care for you
Now I’m breathin' in the dust as you run away
We are the ones who go down with the ship
For regrets we will never admit
Doing for others and you do for yourself
Some of us suffer the wealth
Some of us suffer so others' can eat
We won’t race to retreat
Age is a timeless defeat
Justice is a beast, our fight is not lost
Willing to pay the cost, play the slots
Hooray for props, take your shots
This rap is real, shit you can feel
Can’t buy or steal
We’re taking the wheel and steering it into the ocean
We’re floatin' and hopin' the window’s still open
'cause we’ve got no time to kill
Time for real, rhyme for meals
Climb uphill and never sit still
Shooting for feeling
I’m killin' myself, it’s OK, there’s only today
I don’t worry about tomorrow
You thought I threw it all away
But every single second slaved
Has been worth living
Time;
you thought I threw it all away
But every single second slaved
Has been worth living
Raise a toast;
break the glass
Raise 'em full;
make 'em last
Like I’m a ghost with no fangs
From back when the drums used to bang
When we weren’t engulfed in the name
We were just stokin' the flames
We weren’t the horse for the fame
Those were just doors with a chain
Remember your boat or a plane
Helping me float and maintain
Every moment recording so slowly
Eventually going away
Never forgot what I came from
Brains, brawn, pain;
love
Some gave up
But I maintained game;
tough
Cancers, cancers;
tiny dancers
Two Devils on my shoulders
And they’re feeding me answers
Time, you thought I’d threw it all away
But every single second slaved
Has been worth living