Letra de Time

Intro: sample]
I know how tough it is *gunshot*

[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

[Chorus 2X: Savoy]
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

[Killah Priest]
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

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: Savoy]
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

[Chorus 2X]