What is the clock but metronome to life, some say it's the heartbeat but that isn't right, for once the heart stops the clock keeps ticking, and you can't make up for any time you've been missing, intangible it is but it holds you down, when you think you're invincible it'll hose you down, take one of your dear friends to the grave, only time can make you behave, make you thankful for the day, but give you no leeway.
Gotta flow so smooth you could sail on it, yet I grind on the beat like there's a rail on it, balanced my subject matter so I never fell on it, something like a pro since I never had to bail on it, but enough of the skateboard rhetoric, most of these rappers out here couldn't even land a trick, out here talking about guns and boobs, wanna be Crips but still can't find clues, they might as well be spitting the Blues.
-A. Lewis
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