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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 forgotten ever 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 Except 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 criticizin 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 pride 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 write 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 commissary - catch me at Pappadeux Time to get tapered by free world clippers and shop clothes Plus I gotta leave certain 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 reentered the game Ain't nothin changed except the year When I left we were dyin' and death is still here As if we feel 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 trouble maker but ya'll know I'll never hesitate to pull-a-trigger They say my ghetto instrumental is influential to blacks 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 it's a time to be born and a time to die A time to laugh and a time to cry A time to look for somethin' and a time to consider it lost Time for sadness 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 nights And have a good worship service just like we have a good fight Cause when the trumpet blows it's over, time is at it's end If you don't wanna burn, forever repent for all of you're sins And homie I don't give a fuck, if you blood or cuz Get you're relationship right with the one above Cause it's almost time..... Hook