Time by Z-ro
[Verse 1]
Uhhh 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 forgotton-every 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
accept 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 ridin' 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 ride all night
no visits or rec-the only time I get to leave my cell
is at chow times and showers
minutes feel as if there 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......
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
I can breathe again-pass my a blunt that's fat
plus my strap, so I can face my enemies again
July 9th, ain't no more conversary-catch me at
Pappadeux
time to get tappered by free world clippers and choppa
clothes
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