Clock

My chest got a heart beat of a lion

I dream of getting a $ & living in zion

Yes I'm trying, got a son of my own now

Don't want to dissapoint like a son of a corn pow

Ever since he was born I had to be strong

I checked the clock as it tik tok would I even live long

But I'll grind until the end like a coal on a bong

Probably got sense of all the right and wrong

I got the bible in my left hand, pen up in my right hand

Trying to do what's up and yes you would understand

Only if you're a hustler looking for the perfect key

Not through the tringle created by the medideranian sea

But through the book of the good like Kendrick you see

So time always leaves its baggage behind before it flies

Yet all that'll remain are thaughts, memories and never lies

So I'll use it while its here like I'm looking for a nobel price