Wise Intelligent - Pa**ing Tha Time lyrics

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Wise Intelligent - Pa**ing Tha Time lyrics

[Verse 1] Since early as first grade, I knew that you always had me The only kid with braids, the other kids were laughing at me I looked you right in ya eyes, you looked me back into mine And you hold me close, you wiped my eyes and told me it'll be fine My brothers and sisters nine, we suffered through perilous times But you kept giving them love, but some of us turned to d** and crime We moved from ghetto to ghetto, struggling from hood to hood Don't mention bills, you had to make meals from whatever you could Remember the days of eating mayonnaise and Wonder Bread Wondering if Daddy's dead or simply where the n***a at I blame my father for leaving you stuck with ten seeds to raise Somewhere near the early age a father n***a had learned to hate So every since the day you left I fell out of love with writing Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn't supposed to win Now all my life is just a matter of pa**ing time Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine [Hook: Ben Harper sample] Now, all of life Is just pa**ing the time Until once again Your eyes look into mine [Verse 2] Remember my first charge, I think it was B&E We robbed three corner stores I think it was me ? and P You told us damn near daily, don't run with the likes of refinement We used to say you crazy Cause we were in need of refinement My physical P has lived the best years of his life in prison ? is paralyzed I'm living off some sh** I've written I guess the message ? You think Compton Is honor your mother and father So that your days will be longer Don't wait till they're here no longer to tell them you love them and mean it Don't wait to regret the lost time Believe me, you'll never redeem it Now that I have is pictures Of words to me and my siblings One day I'm not going to be here Now all my life is just a matter of pa**ing time Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine [Verse 3] So short of the glory of God, so short of the glory of Mom Fell back into the habit I'm not an emotional MC, my heart eludes my sleeve It's hard Mission retrieved itself