text: Chronomentrophobia
  The fear of clocks
  The fear of time
  Yeah
  High as the cost of living
  Ohh
  I take what Ive been given
  Pastor say, Be strong
  Ooh, yeah, hey
  I aint got time, leave me alone
  Aint that much time left, Ive got to funk you now
  Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
  Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
  Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
  Chronomentrophobia, chronomentrophobia
  Lord be having mercy on my soul
  Im having the impression that my life gon 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 yall beds
  On a cold wooden floor is where I laid my head
  Born in 1975, never thought Id make it this far
  Still battling in this racial war
  Tryna find solutions to the situation Im facing
  Only thing thats free is my flow that yall be chasing
  Letting my niggas know before I go, I drop that knowledge
  Like dropping books; lets stop the crooks
  From robbing you of your brains and such
  Using welfare as a crutch
  Im in it for good; you enter my hood, you wont be finding 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
  And got to be more careful, know what corners you be bending
  Revelations, getting impatient, and now, Im dead
  Remember what I said; Im gone, bow your heads