Time-Killah Priest

Time - Killah Priest [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]