chronomentrophobia the fear of clocks the fear of time high s the cost of living i take what i have been given pastor say be strooong hooo yeahhhhahhh i ain t got tiiiime leave me aloone ain t that much time left i ve got to funk you now chronomentrophobia lord be havin mercy on my soul i m havin the impression that my life gonna be a bowl of cherries but it s very hard for me to cope got tired of being broke this atlien ain t got no time to sit and mope made up my mind while ya ll made up yo beds on a cold wooden floor is where i lay my head born in 1975 never thought i d make it this far still battlin in this racial war tryin to find solutions to the situation i m facin only thing that s free is my flow that yall be chasin lettin my niggas know before i go i drop that knowledge like dropping books let s stop the crooks from robbing of your brains and such using welfare as a crutch i m in it for good you enter my hood you won t be findin much hope that when i m gone ya ll remember this what we stood for fuck that fame and that glitz it s beginning to look a lot like the ending got to be more careful know what corners you be bendin revelations getting impatient now i m dead remember what i said i m gone bow ya heads