Mama Chill - Is It My Time pt2 Lyrics
Don’t care bout ya future if somebody shoot ya or crack ya with a duster til ya skull gets brokeI was just like you I felt that way too, anger in my belly all tha way up til I chokedIf someone provoked me hope god would be around, they’d get my whole life on a fist & I’d be going downAround & around like a washing machine carrying a toxic load that I couldn’t get clean,Like a stain, a tattoo under the skin, effecting the choices I made thereinI’ve never wanted marriage & babies though I lovem, hate politicians always have you can shovemdon’t know nuthin bout what’s going on & school never taught me that life was a marathonWait on tha block til tha day that you dieOr keep running through tha hurt & tha pain, to cross tha finish line. If we’re gonna have our time.Coz all tha kings horses & all tha kings men aint gonna put us back together againAnd Tha cavalry aint comin to save meGotta use ya own head, or you’ll end up deadAnd I wanna know the rest of my storyMy story aint no Jackanory but everybodies got one, so hold the violinsYou can play tha blame game but its all just tha same, or grow a back bone face up & change thingsLife aint easy my friend, that’s tha deal, don’t have to be that way if ya wanna healBut Ya mummy & daddy probably just damaged souls, from their childhood too like you who knowswho ya gonna blame when they’re dead & gone, school for not teaching ya how to be a champion,Nobodys gonna come knock on ya door, silver tray with an invitation forThe life that your wanting, that’s down to you, waste it, give up, roll over if ya want tooWhose gonna care if you don’t give a damn, how ya gonna get to shine like I know that ya canIts hard to let go of what makes you a mess, I’m an addict of everything in life I confess.But all tha kings horses & all tha kings men aint gonna put us back together againAnd Tha cavalry aint comin to save meGotta use ya own head, or you’ll end up deadAnd I wanna know the rest of my storyA dream only ends when you stop trying x 6Don’t call yaself a soldier a soldier is bolder, you’re just a ***** with a chip on ya shoulderAint dying in battle for somebody else, it’s a war that you play in & die for yourselfWhy not try til you die coz there aint no shame, in trying to achieve tha greatness that goess with ya nameBring it, show tha world that ya so mighty fine& keep sweatin on tha dream ti tha day we get our timeCoz all tha kings horses & all tha kings men aint gonna put us back together againAnd Tha cavalry aint comin to save meGotta use ya own head, or you’ll end up deadAnd I wanna know the rest of my story& so it be told our life was glorious……maybe one day?
