Time - Killah Priest

My life flashes, I’m eight years old, my face stares cold

At the pastor, as he picks up the robe

He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soul

The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow

The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show

I hear laughter, it’s my birthday, I’m eighteen years old

I’m on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes

The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose

Up, they lit it, some hit it, I’m drunk

So much, that I can’t see straight

Another flash, I’m in a fancy place

A waiter walks over, hands me a plate

I trance it to escape, but it’s too late

I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard

Ya’ll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers

Ruger, you God damn hoodlums

But it’s too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem

I can touch the gates

Time keep on ticking

Stay focused, ain’t no time for politicking

Got to keep our young brothers out of prison

Every day, I dream it feels like a nation, listen

Was this my fate, to be judged in this place

Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my case

I see his face in black space, okay let me back space

Somethin' went front between that gat and my waste

Somethin' went wrong between the slow reaction when they were clappin' my way

Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been

After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in

Are you the chosen, or the one known as the omen

The gates are open, I wanna know where I’m going

Is this the place I was destined to come, I slept in the slums

Next to a bum, saw death pestilence and guns

I was born cold naked and young

Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue

We prayed for the shepherd to come

I was called a monster, I was a youngster

Crawlin' out the dumpster, toes were bloody, clothes we muddy

Eyes were crummy, peeped to the skies above me

Cried I’m ugly, found out this life don’t love me

Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee

Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Priesthood, Savoy Murda

G-13, what’s poppin', oh, no, no, no

No, it’s real, it’s real

It’s real, just sing it when it’s real

It’s real, it’s real, it’s real, it’s real