Songtexte Time - Z-RO

Uh, thank the Lord for my fans 'cause they love Z-Ro
I get mail but ain't no letters from nobody I know
It's like I've been forgotton, every since I got locked down
But when my feet hit the ground
That's when phony homies come back around

I'm talkin' fair weather friends
That kick it with you when the sun shines on you
But when the fair weather ends
It's over, nobody screamin' free Z-Ro
Like Bun B was screamin' Free Pimp C
Accept Flipperachi and Pimp C

But I'm still livin' and still pimpin' my pen
I swear I'm surrounded by women, most offenders ain't men
They gossip like they sittin' in the beauty shop
Can't own nothin', too busy criticisin' what the next man got

And all I hear is I ain't gon' sack no groceries or work at fast food
I would sweep the floor at MacDonalds if I had to
Fuck ridin' homie I'm tryna raise my daughter
Hopin' I make parole so I can work on bein' a father

Another birthday came and went, still wearin' white
I try to sleep all day long, so I can ride all night
No visits, no rec, the only time I get to leave my cell
Is at chow times and showers, minutes feel as if they're hours

I read books, tryna put some fat on my head
Dreamin' about when I get back on my bread
So many people want me to fall
I know they'd love to see me on lock
But in a minute, I'll be back on top, in due time

Time waits for no one
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
I bump my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong
I fall off every ten minutes on this mission I'm on

Time waits for no one
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
I never said I was perfect, man I come from the block
If it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in the same spot

I can breathe again, pass me a blunt that's fat
Plus my strap, so I can face my enemies again
July 9th, ain't no more conversary, catch me at Pappadeux
Time to get tapered by free world clippers and choppa clothes
Plus I gotta leave some people alone
That could determine if I go back to prison or stay at home
Bottom line, you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time

It ain't like it's hard to tell, I've re-entered the game
Ain't nothin changed, except the year
When I left people dyin' and death is still here
As if we fear nothin', man enough to kill somethin'
But too coward to come together and build somethin'
Violent crimes, the caskets are smaller in size
How the hell a ten year old get shot eleven times?
Prison ain't changed me, I'm the same nigga
Not a troublemaker but y'all know I'll never hesitate to pull a trigger

They say my ghetto instrumental is influential to black
I just confess how far I go, not to get put on my back
I never made a man kill a man
Even if he was bumpin' my song at the time
Murder was his original plan

I understand there's a time to be born and a time to die
Time to laugh and a time to cry
A time to look for somethin' and a time to consider it lost
Time for sadiness and a time for joy
A time to build and a time to destroy

A time for war and peace
A time for silence and a time to speak
And I think it's time we come together on these streets
Fill up churches Sunday mornin' like clubs Saturday night
And have a good worship service just like we have a good fight

'Cause when the trumphet blows it's over, time is at it's end
If you don't wanna burn, forever repent for all of your sins
And homie I don't give a fuck if you bloody 'cause
Get you're relationship right with the one above
'Cause it's almost time

Time waits for no one
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
I bump my head against the wall, learnin' right from wrong
I fall off every ten minutes on this mission I'm on

Time waits for no one
Last year was a hard one but life goes on
I never said I was perfect, man I come from the block
If it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in the same spot