Z-Ro - Time lyrics

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 visit's 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 wait's 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 wait's 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