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Killah Priest f Savoy - Time

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[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]

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