Chronomentrophobia, the fear of clocks.
The fear of time.

[Verse 1]
How´s the cost of living,

I take what I have been givin´,
Has to say, be strooong,
hooo yeahhhhahhh,
I aint´ got tiiiime,
Leave me aloone,

[Bridge]
Aint´ got much time left,
I´ve got to funk you now

[chorus]
Chronomentrophobia [repeat 8x]

[Verse 2]
Lord, please have mercy on my soul,
I have the impression that my life goin´ to be a bowl with cherries,
but it´s going to be very hard for me to cope,

tired of being broke,
this ATLian 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 lie my head,
born in 1975,
Never thought I would make it this far, I´m still battilin´ this racial war,
tryin´ to find solutions of the situation I face,
the only thing that is 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 you from your reins and such,
using wellfare as a cruch,
im in it for good,
you into my hood you wont be findin´ much,

hope that when im gone yall remember this,
what we stood for,
fuck that fame make that glits,
it´s begening to look a lot like the ending, got to be more careful,
know what corners you be benden, revalations is getting impatient,
now i´m dead,
remember what I said,
i´m gone,
bow yo heads