Watch the clock
Hear it tick
Listen to it carefully
As I crack my whip
Your ears about to hear
Some f**ed up sh**
50 shades of Grey
Needs a little bit color
Gonna start spitting rhymes
Like a crazy mother f**er
Rapping back
The days
People use to
Pray
Crying out
For better days
Looking at
Each other
Like we are all together
Like there's no storm
We all couldn't weather
People's church
Has become a joke
Closer to God with every toke
These words need to pick up speed
Tank on empty
fill it with weed
My girl thinks I play with words
No I use them to guide the herds
Just perching out in modern time
Feeling my vibe is far from crime
See all them attention seekers
Rapping their way for a pair of sneakers
My vision is clear and I speak my truth
Someday creating a line at a ticket booth
Creative minds can't hide away
It's not called co*ky it's just a way
While rappers raping their sh** to go
I will have already stolen the show
Ears have heard too many times
The tits and a** kind of rhymes