Charlie Fettah - Time On My Hands lyrics

Too much time on my hands I think I'm going crazy Got a talent with this music but I'm acting lazy Green trees keep my vision hazy Music too raw, radio don't wanna play me (f** em) But I don't never let it phase me Rap is turning ghost and rest in peace to Patrick Swayze Thinking like a villain, feenin' to do a k**in' Put your brain onto the ceiling, my demon eager and willin' Doctors can't say if it's depression or possession Priests run away and they refuse to give a blessing I don't recognize the man standing in my reflection Now the negativity spreading like an infection You blinded to the facts, to stupid to ask a question Heavy into d**, prescription onto perception But one thing music offer protection I'm searching for a signal but I ain't got reception Shifting gears, switching years, disappear to see it clear Divided by distance, your team ain't nowhere near here You're lying if you say you never felt fear Your clique is full of cowards and ya sheeps are getting sheered Suicide, it's a suicide cause if you step into the thunderdome, you will die Your raps trash like the BFI I'll never lose if the stakes be you or I Cause now I'm standing on the banks of a little River And it's up to me to help that River grow bigger Grateful to the fans, listening to the picture Paint it on the canvas and ran it to the mixer I was once calm but now I'm spinning like a twister Had a lot of baby mamma drama, I ain't trying to diss her I'm the one to blame, because I never made a change And my actions are the reason the two of us not the same But I'm growing with the fam, music apart of the plan Gotta grind till I get there, I owe it to my little man Murderous mentality, they better call the cavalry All you rappers robots I'm here to remove your batteries Down with dispatch and the polices paying salary Getting dudes stuffed up, rats is like the allergy Make the p**y scream with a antihistamine Fist him to the spleen, have him pissin' in his dreams But we let him live to be tortured by bad dreams Plagued by paranoia, with nothing is what it seems Bunging to the madness, the dungeon is filled with sadness The warden is a fascist who crumbles under his lashes Music for the ma**es, the Battle Axe is the savage I'm bout pushing the coger and keeping the movement active Stand up for your freedom, we fightin' against the legion Samurai slice, leave your spinal cord bleedin' Body's still moving and his lungs still breathin' The evil heathen, my demon never need a reason