"Time Card" lyrics
Sometimes, when you're in a dark place
You think you're in a grave
But you really been plannin'
You need time to take root and grow
Meditate on that
Overstand it
I don't wanna live like I used to live
I don't wanna be the person I used to be
I wanna make a change in my life
So I gotta be the change that I'm trying to see
I don't wanna live like I used to live
I don't wanna be the person I used to be
I gotta make a change in my life
So I gotta be the change that I'm trying to see
If we don't get it together
We'll probably be fucked up forever
Going through Hell to get to Heaven is never
As easy as it sounds in the stormy weather
Run-DMC was tougher than leather
And Jam Master Jay is still an unsolved murder
A lot of these crimes still go unheard of
The shit's absurd, and I'm like, "word up"
Police shoot unarmed people and don't yell, "freeze"
Injustice anywhere is all our real enemies
They'll kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck
All we want is respect, just like you
You get it from killin', I guess we gotta kill too
We want our kids to grow up and learn some skills too
Who stole the soul? So I guess I gotta steal you
It's been a crazy year, it's gettin' crazy here
In Detroit, they shot another baby here
Brothers still think it's 1980 here
But it's not, get shot like the Navy here
Yeah it's wavy here 'cause they paid me here
Think it's gravy here? You'll catch a grave in here
They misbehavin' here, you can't be saved in here
I wanna pray for 'em, but they don't pray in here
Don't wanna be the same person I was last year
A matter of fact, five seconds ago, I'm outta here
Rappers waste too much time tryin' to make up they mind
I was makin' a genre when you was makin' a rhyme
So now I'm all outta shit to say
All I got is love for you, have a nice fuckin' day
Even if you don't wish me the same
I'ma still do my thang, they say auf wiedersehen
All these different religions, it seems odd
Somebody tell God send in a bomb squad
'Cause Lord, time's hard, my hella rhymes hard
Still workin' in Hell punchin' my time card
Still workin' in Hell pun-pun-pun- time card
Sti-ti-ti -kin' in Hell t-t-time card
You think you're in a grave
But you really been plannin'
You need time to take root and grow
Meditate on that
Overstand it
I don't wanna live like I used to live
I don't wanna be the person I used to be
I wanna make a change in my life
So I gotta be the change that I'm trying to see
I don't wanna live like I used to live
I don't wanna be the person I used to be
I gotta make a change in my life
So I gotta be the change that I'm trying to see
If we don't get it together
We'll probably be fucked up forever
Going through Hell to get to Heaven is never
As easy as it sounds in the stormy weather
Run-DMC was tougher than leather
And Jam Master Jay is still an unsolved murder
A lot of these crimes still go unheard of
The shit's absurd, and I'm like, "word up"
Police shoot unarmed people and don't yell, "freeze"
Injustice anywhere is all our real enemies
They'll kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck
All we want is respect, just like you
You get it from killin', I guess we gotta kill too
We want our kids to grow up and learn some skills too
Who stole the soul? So I guess I gotta steal you
It's been a crazy year, it's gettin' crazy here
In Detroit, they shot another baby here
Brothers still think it's 1980 here
But it's not, get shot like the Navy here
Yeah it's wavy here 'cause they paid me here
Think it's gravy here? You'll catch a grave in here
They misbehavin' here, you can't be saved in here
I wanna pray for 'em, but they don't pray in here
Don't wanna be the same person I was last year
A matter of fact, five seconds ago, I'm outta here
Rappers waste too much time tryin' to make up they mind
I was makin' a genre when you was makin' a rhyme
So now I'm all outta shit to say
All I got is love for you, have a nice fuckin' day
Even if you don't wish me the same
I'ma still do my thang, they say auf wiedersehen
All these different religions, it seems odd
Somebody tell God send in a bomb squad
'Cause Lord, time's hard, my hella rhymes hard
Still workin' in Hell punchin' my time card
Still workin' in Hell pun-pun-pun- time card
Sti-ti-ti -kin' in Hell t-t-time card
