Текст песни The Roots - Clock With No Hands (feat. Mercedes Martinez)

Game Theory
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: The Roots
Альбом: Game Theory
Длительность: 04:23
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[Black Thought] Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears Looking over mad years worth of photographs Pictures of some places I ain't never going back Some people I used to love, why I ain't show them that? The skies was overcast, when I was sober last My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast It's starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams All it take is one break, it could pop the program Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sentenced a lot I feel some brothers is beginning to plot It might have been a close friend I forgot Who started up and ain't remember to stop I bet these niggaz going remember the shop People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze We all deal with shit on our own And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand Yeah, you know it gets full blown I never said that you mean the world to me Maybe it's best that you never know Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit Those that love me set it out, so I ain't got to force quit Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses The block hot with the law, there ain't too many choices So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left I watch my back, and watch my step And I might forgive, but I do not forget come on People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze We all deal with shit on our own And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand Yeah, you know it gets full blown I never said that you mean the world to me Maybe it's best that you never know Yo, living in turbulent times The blind leading the blind Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can I never sleepwalking, you dig You get your shuteye I'm on the first thing in, I'm leaving on the red-eye My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse Within himself it's been like he's been fighting an energy half Telling me ain't nobody true when they pretend to be that So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at Too many parties concerned, it's time to live and to learn Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze We all deal with shit on our own And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand Yeah, you know it gets full blown I never said that you mean the world to me Maybe it's best that you never know
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