This is a song about "Time of our life"

Of the book of your life

Before we see it's hard to live

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

Writing beautiful tales of our adventures

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

It's been aligned throughout our time, prophecized just like ezekiel

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

No it's not our time, you saw my last rhyme

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Its time for our worlds rebirth but gotta do it right this time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Looking at our plaque gives me my life back

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

This life is just a lease of time