| While y’all looking at the hourglass*
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| Thinking that the sand is about to run out
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| I’m getting prepared to flip it over and keep gon', c’mon
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| I wish that life came with personal instruction pamphlets
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| References and answers for when it gets too rough to handle it
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| Despite slow advancement, I managed, y’all know who I stand wit'
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| He pulled me in when I was on the cusp of major damage
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| My life’s a puzzle, I haven’t matched up all the pieces yet
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| It seems like something’s always missing I can never complete the set
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| I’m like a car with no wheels, my circumstances parked it
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| Plus I got a million dollar plan with no finance to spark it
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| We want our blessings overnight, incredible success
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| But God don’t work for UPS or Federal Express
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| Better use discretion, life is an everyday test
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| Just to prove who da best
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| Fools hit ya with set of rules that’ll use to do death
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| Then move you to the left
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| I trip on what the world is showing me
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| Wow, how many killers have we passed by in our lifetimes unknowingly
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| Refuse to catch signs that he throwing me
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| Maybe I should go and see, plant a God seed and let it grow in me
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| (Chorus) Ashlei Mayadia 2x
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| I know that you think that I’m at the end of my road but I got a long way to go
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| «Mee cunt’folla ya evil trickz mon»
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| That’s like telling someone to sit calm
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| With a man cuffed to his arm wearing a lip balm
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| Full of disgust plus a slave to my lust
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| I can’t start trusting people till I meet people I can trust
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| Now I’m acting out of the ordinary
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| How can we be on the same page if we not even in the same library
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| Your perception of the planet is so slanted
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| To me your like sand, I’m concrete
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| But you keep taking me for granted
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| Now the thing I want the most of all
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| Is who’ll remain here when the post is far
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| And who’ll stick by the closest when the flow is stalled
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| In frivolous things you was so involved
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| Drugged and so in thralled
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| But no man can bost it all once his ghost is called
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| This composition was conceived in grief
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| Hand weaved to ease deceit from people who secretly disbelieved in me
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| I needed you and you needed me
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| Which meant that us needed we
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| But now the bridge is burned, so I’m a leave it be
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| (Chorus) Ashlei Mayadia 2x
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| What happens to a dream deferred?
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| And what purpose does it seem to serve?
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| When it’s unheard and splattered against the curve
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| Can you really be redeemed with words? |
| (I don’t know)
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| And murder temptations steeming urge?
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| And exercise the demon that’s submerged?
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| It’s the 4th quarter, they put me in for all to see
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| My life is on the line, down by nine
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| And they keep on giving the ball to me
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| They got a full-court press on me
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| I gotta break it fast
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| I’m tryna locate a teamate so I can make a pass
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| They wanna subject me to doom and harm
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| I scan the room in calm to the conclusion that I’m the only one in this uniform
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| And the entire crowd is booing me
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| The defense still pursuing me, out to ruin me
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| They once loved me, now they through with me
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| I started dribbling then I shook this dummy
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| The ball slipped out of my hand
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| One of them rushed over and almost took if from me
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| It’s loud and is a packed house
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| I took a shoot and before I can see if I made it
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| I missed it I blacked-out
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| (Chorus) Ashlei Mayadia 2x |