Time 4real - bleubird, Ceschi Ramos

I took all the dirt they buried me in

Made a garden to remind me of my sins

I ain’t never been accused of not tryin' hard enough

Had my guts served up in a gold-plated cup

Cancers, cancers;

tiny dancers

Two Devils on my shoulders

And they’re feeding me answers

I go and assemble the words with my call

From the beat to the back;

from the head to the floor

Night trains, right-brained, their brain cells

Though it might not stand, but there is gray hair

And I won’t be force-fed to my death

Born to a storm and the mess

Torn from the mother, become another

Undercover 'til the pores sweat

Comin' down before it’s wet

Never start to regret

I care for you

Now I’m breathin' in the dust as you run away

We are the ones who go down with the ship

For regrets we will never admit

Doing for others and you do for yourself

Some of us suffer the wealth

Some of us suffer so others' can eat

We won’t race to retreat

Age is a timeless defeat

Justice is a beast, our fight is not lost

Willing to pay the cost, play the slots

Hooray for props, take your shots

This rap is real, shit you can feel

Can’t buy or steal

We’re taking the wheel and steering it into the ocean

We’re floatin' and hopin' the window’s still open

'cause we’ve got no time to kill

Time for real, rhyme for meals

Climb uphill and never sit still

Shooting for feeling

I’m killin' myself, it’s OK, there’s only today

I don’t worry about tomorrow

You thought I threw it all away

But every single second slaved

Has been worth living

Time;

you thought I threw it all away

But every single second slaved

Has been worth living

Raise a toast;

break the glass

Raise 'em full;

make 'em last

Like I’m a ghost with no fangs

From back when the drums used to bang

When we weren’t engulfed in the name

We were just stokin' the flames

We weren’t the horse for the fame

Those were just doors with a chain

Remember your boat or a plane

Helping me float and maintain

Every moment recording so slowly

Eventually going away

Never forgot what I came from

Brains, brawn, pain;

love

Some gave up

But I maintained game;

tough

Cancers, cancers;

tiny dancers

Two Devils on my shoulders

And they’re feeding me answers

Time, you thought I’d threw it all away

But every single second slaved

Has been worth living