Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clock With No Hands, artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clock With No Hands |
| Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears |
| Looking over mad years worth of photographs |
| Pictures of some places I ain’t never going back |
| Some people I used to love, why I ain’t show them that? |
| The skies was overcast, when I was sober last |
| My head is spinning, couldn’t tell you if it’s slow or fast |
| It’s starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass |
| To y’all it’s a shame but life is what we know it as |
| Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans |
| In the car, it’s hard to read as a clock with no hands |
| How your man’s goin' get up and stop with no yams |
| All it take is one break, it could pop the program |
| Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I’m sentenced a lot |
| I feel some brothers is beginning to plot |
| It might have been a close friend I forgot |
| Who started up and ain’t remember to stop |
| I bet these niggaz going remember the shop |
| People think that I’m crazy, just cause I wanna be alone |
| You can’t depend on friends to help you in a squeeze |
| We all deal with shit on our own |
| And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand |
| Yeah, you know it gets full blown |
| I never said that you mean the world to me |
| Maybe it’s best that you never know |
| Yo, I’m like Malcom out the window with the weapon out |
| Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now |
| Precious time is money that I ain’t got to mess about |
| Need it from the horse’s mouth or from my eye with less account |
| Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out |
| Stay a little edgy at times when I ain’t stressing bout |
| Haters don’t know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit |
| Those that love me send it out, so I ain’t got to force quit |
| Cause I’m doing better now, don’t mean I never lost shit |
| I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man |
| I’m from where brothers moving product from the porches |
| People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses |
| The block hot by the law, there ain’t too many choices |
| So what I do is for y’all, there ain’t too many voices left |
| I watch my back, and watch my step |
| And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on |
| Yo, living in turbulent times |
| The blind leading the blind |
| Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design |
| You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind |
| Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison |
| My man’s back in the jam, he like the back of my hand |
| He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can |
| I never sleepwalking, you dig |
| You get your shuteye |
| I’m on the first thing in, I’m leaving on the red-eye |
| My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse |
| But fin himself, it’s been like he’s been fighting an energy |
| Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that |
| So closer than friends, that’s where I keep my enemy at |
| To many parties concerned, it’s time to live it and learn |
| Until we’re able to grow, forever bridges we burn |
| My thoughts free as a bird, that’s just about to emerge |
| And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo |