Lyrics Hands Of Time - Prophesy

I am sitting back relaxed
Until it all comes back
The memories of the ones before me
Like my older brother and his friends who influenced me
Where are they now?
Still running the streets
I got a kid and so do all of you
I go through the same baby momma drama that you go through
Its tough Ain't it but that's life
You got to face it and don't question why
To have patients is what it takes
To be born an ugly ducking
To mature as a swan in the last
Take whatever is given
And give what you can
Express your feelings not with your fist
But with a pen in your hand
Ghetto poet my words can kill you in a split second
If I said then I must of meant it
I foresee signs of terror reigning again
But this time we will be waiting with over whelming destruction

How much sand is left in your hourglass?
The sand is a reflection of the future and past
How much time does it take
For you to make for the seconds that you waste
How much sand is left in your hourglass?
The sand is a reflection of the future and past
How much time does it take
For you to make for the seconds that you waste

Let me take you back all the way to ninety-six
No Soulja Style only Clem Dogg Productions up in this bitch
Recording on a karaoke machine over instrumentals
Freestyle sessions straight from the Mutha Fucking mental
Master it all on a Memorex cassette tape
Take it to school on my Sony Walkman the next day
I would get mad props until the teacher would take it away
White kids in class telling me your going to be famous one day
I would regret it
Stay cocky you got to be conceited
When asked you think you're the shit
Reply you're the one that said it
I had Mutha fuckers out there signing in blood
Where are they now they ain't rapping they are kicking rocks in the mud

How much sand is left in your hourglass?
The sand is a reflection of the future and past
How much time does it take
For you to make for the seconds that you waste
How much sand is left in your hourglass?
The sand is a reflection of the future and past
How much time does it take
For you to make for the seconds that you waste
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The hands of time the hands of time the hands of time
The hands of time the hands of time the hands of time