Lyrics Time Passing Us By - Bizzy Bone
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin'
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain′t
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin'
weed
As
time
keep
passin'
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain′t
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin'
weed
Take
a
look
into
the
gun,
look
at
what
we′ve
become
Daddy
don't
love
me,
only
come
around
the
first
of
the
month
Me
and
mommy
still
in
the
slump,
why
don′t
he
love
us?
I
can't
even
blame
him
′cause
ever
since
I
came
We
been
stuck
in
the
same
ghetto
Now
I'm
carryin'
heavy
metal
when
times
is
tough
I
don′t
know
about
ya
neighborhood,
but
baby,
mines
is
rough
Abandon
buildings
police
searchin′
all
the
children
Ain't
no
peace
in
the
streets,
at
least
not
where
I′m
livin'
Kneeling
to
God
′cause
Satan
never
gave
us
a
chance
Evil
never
had
no
rhythm,
man,
the
Devils
can't
dance
Got
three
pairs
of
pants
but
I
keep
em
all
creased
Whether
chicken
or
ham,
we
gon′
use
the
same
grease
Each
second
is
a
struggle,
beg,
borrow
or
hustle
Yeah,
scufflin'
money
just
try
to
stay
out
of
trouble
Hell,
rebel
of
rap
music,
put
it
on
my
mama
And
if
it's
gonna
be
gun
play,
rocket
launchers,
grenades
and
AKs
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain't
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin′
weed
As
time
keep
passin'
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain't
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin′
weed
Why
is
the
broad
on
my
back
like
that?
Don't
ask
me,
I'm
for
passion,
I′m
smashin′
on
niggas,
come
blast
me
All
my
people
tellin'
me
I
should
sing
more
Yes,
roll
up
a
dub,
smoke
bud
in
the
club,
free
flesh
Creepin′
on
a
come
up,
I'm
from
Cleveland,
and
Columbus,
Ohio
Don′t
hate
myself
for
science,
and
the
Yet
all
these
niggas
gang
bang,
somebody
should
tell
'em
the
truth
I′ll
sell
em
somethin'
that'll
get
they
heart
to
pumpin′
And
help
the
youth
Hangin′
in
the
graveyard,
everybody's
playin′
hard
Satan's
on
a
mission
to
get
us
I
hope
that
nobody
with
us
and
given
us
slave
ways
Ruthless
got
us
on
fifty
dollars
a
day
One
hundred
and
ninety
thousand
I
guess
platinum
don′t
pay
Can
I
please
get
some
mo'
money?
Somebody
could
buy
my
way
′cause
shit
the
rent's
due
Glad
I
got
ghetto
credit
Don't
let
the
industry
pimp
you,
pimp
you,
pimp
you
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain't
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin′
weed
As
time
keep
passin'
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain't
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin′
weed
Babies
born
with
AIDS
And
we
pray
for
them
boys
they
hoarding
the
vaccine
Black
helicopter
rain
on
'em,
I'm
gainin′
on
′em
Maintain
the
main
thang
on
'em,
shame
on
′em
But
another
victim
died
of
vain
for
'em,
slain
Two
hundred
and
fifty
crashed
in
the
plane
And
the
only
thing
that
survived
was
the
black
box
They
frame
the
black
cops,
slang
crack
rock
Wannabe
Hot
Boyz,
so
he
gon′
make
the
block
hot,
block
hot
They
wanna
see
me
squashed
Pull
out
my
glock,
cocked,
and
pop
pop
Go
to
jail
don't
nobody
send
you
mail
Hell,
I′m
ridin'
'til
these
wheels
fall
off
Or
they
can
take
it
to
the
chop
shop
Shut
up,
I′m
shinnin′
on
you
bustas
What?
Ready
to
hustle
get
your
struggle
on,
no
When
you
wanna
double
up,
you
keep
fuckin'
up
Your
mind′s
gone,
time's
gone,
everybody′s
runnin'
a
muck
They
say
that
lesbians
is
sick
But
they
just
do
wanna
fuck
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin'
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain't
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin′
weed
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin'
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain′t
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin'
weed
As
time
keep
passin′
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin'
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain′t
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin'
weed
As
time
keep
passin'
us
by
in
my
community
Wathcin′
the
children
die
Bitch
made
police,
and
the
brutality
Prozac
and
Ritalin,
that
ain′t
what
we
need
And
wonder
why
our
children
keep
smokin'
weed
1 Schizophrenic
2 Don't Be Dumb
3 Whole Wide World
4 Never Grow
5 Murderah
6 Before I Go
7 Be Careful
8 Fried Day
9 Voices in the Head
10 Still Thuggish Ruggish
11 Don't Doubt Me
12 Time Passing Us By
13 Father
14 Jesus
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