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Roots (The) - "Clock With No Hands"
Lyrics to Clock With No Hands : (feat. Mercedes Martinez) [Black Thought] Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears Looking over mad years worth of photographs Pictures of some places I aint never going back Some people I used to love, why I aint show them that' The skies was overcast, when I was sober last My head is spinning, couldnt tell you if its slow or fast Its starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass To yall its a shame but life is what we know it as Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans In the car, its hard to read as a clock with no hands How your mans 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 Im sentenced a lot I feel some brothers is beginning to plot It might have been a close friend I forgot Who started up and aint remember to stop I bet these niggaz going remember the shop [Hook] People think that Im crazy, just cause I wanna be alone You cant 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 its best that you never know Yo, Im 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 aint got to mess about Need it from the horses 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 aint stressing bout Haters dont know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit Those that love me send it out, so I aint got to force quit Cause Im doing better now, dont mean I never lost shit I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man Im from where brothers moving product from the porches People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses The block hot by the law, there aint too many choices So what I do is for yall, there aint too many voices left I watch my back, and watch my step And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on [Hook] 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 mans 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 Im on the first thing in, Im leaving on the red-eye My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse But fin himself, its been like hes been fighting an energy Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that So closer than friends, thats where I keep my enemy at To many parties concerned, its time to live it and learn Until were able to grow, forever bridges we burn My thoughts free as a bird, thats just about to emerge And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo [Hook] [ Clock With No Hands Lyrics ]
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