text: Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks
  The fear of time...
  Highs the cost of living
  I take what I have been given
  Pastor say, be strooong
  Hooo yeahhhhahhh
  I aint got tiiiime
  Leave me aloone
  Aint that much time left
  Ive got to funk you now
  Chronomentrophobia 
  Lord, be havin mercy on my soul
  Im havin the impression that my life gonna be a bowl of cherries
  But its very hard for me to cope
  Got tired of being broke
  This ATLien aint got no time to sit and mope
  Made up my mind while yall made up yo beds
  On a cold wooden floor is where I lay my head
  Born in 1975
  Never thought Id make it this far
  Still battlin in this racial war
  Tryin to find solutions to the situation Im facin
  Only thing thats free is my flow that yall be chasin
  Lettin my niggas know before I go
  I drop that knowledge like dropping books
  Lets stop the crooks from robbing of your brains and such
  Using welfare as a crutch
  Im in it for good
  You enter my hood you wont be findin much
  Hope that when Im gone yall remember this
  What we stood for, fuck that fame and that glitz
  Its beginning to look a lot like the ending
  Got to be more careful, know what corners you be bendin
  Revelations getting impatient
  Now Im dead
  Remember what I said
  Im gone
  Bow ya heads