until once again your eyes look into mine now all all of life is just passing the time until once again your eyes look into mine since early as first grade i knew that you always had me the only kid with braids the other kids were laughing at me i looked you right in your eyes you looked me back into mine you held me close you wiped my eyes and told me itll be fine my brothers and sisters nine we suffered through perilous times but you kept giving them love well some of us turned to drugs and crime we moved through ghetto to ghetto struggling from hood to hood dont mention the bills you had to make meals from like whatever you could remember the days of eating mayonnaise and wonder bread wondering if daddys dead or simply where the nigga at i blame my father for leaving you stuck with ten seeds to raise somewhere near the early age a father nigga had learned to hate so every since the day you left i fell out of love with writing life no longer seems exciting guess we wasnt supposed to win now all my life is just a matter of passing time until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine now all all of life is just passing the time until once again your eyes look into mine remember my first charge i think it was b e we robbed three corner stores i think it was me and p you told us damn near daily don t run with the likes of refinement we used to say you crazy cause we were in need of refinement my physical p has lived the best years of his life in prison is paralyzed im living off some shit ive written i guess the message so you think compton is honor your mother and father so that your days will be longer don t wait till they re here no longer to tell them you love them and mean it don t wait to regret the lost time believe me youll never redeem it now that i have is pictures of words to me and my siblings one day i m not going to be here see i refuse to believe it every since the day she left i fell out of love with writing life no longer seems exciting guess we wasnt supposed to win now all my life is just a matter of passing time until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine  now all all of life is just passing the time until once again your eyes look into mine look up at my seed im driven up with these thoughts to pen until the day that your motherly eyes look into mine again i fell in a world of sin so short of the glory of god so short of the glory of mom and this is the story of wise what took so long to come with a record me clearing my heart and my mind out dont like to put any old rhymes out hip hop is still art to some folk fell back into the habit of twisting the cap on the bottle of black increase my lovers in search of a love that could salvage a wounded son im not an emotional mc my heart eludes my sleeve its hard for me to believe that ive discovered a moment to grieve im not the victim i witnessed love turned against itself mission retrieved itself and laid the wealth inside your grave every since the day you passed i fell out of love with writing life no longer seems exciting guess we wasnt supposed to win now all my life is just a matter of passing time until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine x2 now all all of life is just passing the time until once again your eyes look into mine