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An Ode to Time… 2003 (click for mp3 stream)
One down, eleven left to live
in the twomp-oh-three, no we never get to give
it a rest, life is a test each day
then pass or fail, time passes away
I wear glasses today, to see far away
I rock a wrinkle where a twinkle once gleamed in my face
livin a work-a-day life - once I had visions of fame
now I wake up to backaches, like yesterday
I toss and turn in the night, I just
don’t feel right
I know I’m losing this battle but I don’t put up a fight
I know I coulda been tight, shoulda had the limelight
I woulda been great, with all these rhymes I recite
Now it’s too late,
missed my chance to blow up
If I headlined, wouldn’t nobody show
I know I gotta do something but I don’t know what
so what if I end up a Joe blow with some ho that’s toe up
gettin bitter when I hear these suckers blabber
bout their Hummer, their pockets gettin fatter
Does the chatter matter? Flows is way badder
I could slaughter any sucker - serve ‘em up on a platter
d-did I stutter? yet I slumber, feelings gettin number
in stead gettin chedda, I be gettin humbler
feel the castle start to crumble, insteada hollerin I mumble
it seems like I lost my swagger, every day I seem to stumble
Two thousand three to infinity
but who can see that far? Definitely not me
28 years upon this earth
still I struggle to the grave since birth
Two thousand three to infinity
but who can see that far? Definitely not me
28 years waitin for a great year
time’s getting late, but I’m takin one mo shot here
Every day a step closer to decomposin
Kept my head up, through the highs & lows
Keep my flows tight but got no ice frozen
My hoes are alright but I ain’t bookin no shows
Too many broken hopes - nights come and they go an’
realize I suppose that my name will never be in lights
many are called, but few are chosen
I think to myself as this world starts to close in
Should I have known? Truth always right under my nose?
Caught sleeping too long, chance passed while I dozed’
Supposin I woulda woken, and caught my train
no time for smellin the roses, only exposin my prose
Who knows? maybe I’m just too consumed by my woes
infused with the gloom I compose in my flows
it’s just the truth I expose, with the words that I chose
Where is the proof? Got no screams, no hoes in front rows at my shows
no foes to depose like superheroes
Father Time crows clocks strike and memory grows
God knows I ain’t a quitter, go getter since the 8-0s
More flavor than a patch of tomatoes from Barbados
28 years down, how many left to go?
No procrastinating now as the millennium grows.
How soon we go we can never know
What would you do if you knew your time was short?
2003, another year gone by
Will it be rousing or real lousy?
It all depends on how hard I try
now I’m feeling drowsy, I got to knuckle up and fight