Every second spent is not a second earned,
yes it burns to know your patience isn't worth the wait, but lesson learned.
Other times it seems like time is all it takes,
and if you manage not to fold before you break you'll make it out okay...
Or so they say.
But knowing which is which is the trick, when you can't even picture the day.
So i'll just stick to writing these rhymes 
and let the people decide if God placed me in the right time.
That's if she even exists, 
But for the sake of this metaphor, let's leave it at this.
I don't need to list deceitfulness, the evilness of doubt is plenty.
How does anyone manage to stand out in this crowd of many?
All you can do is play loud and steady,
and never let em make you all about the penny.
They say you've made it this far, the rest of the wait's nothing,
just sit up, git up, git out and make something.

This music is a mental menace as much as it's therapy.
I'll be there as soon as my new, blue pumas can carry me.
Alright, alright, already
Why don't you try revealing your worst feeling to the delight of many?
Or even worse, to the delight of none. 
I mighta done it different, given what I know now, I mighta run.
The sight of summer comin' got this writer wonderin',
I'da done it just to spit the ones that thought I tried to front it.
If you light a blunt then hide it from me,
'cause the world is lookin' smaller, the higher up we fly above me.
No lie, I'd never say that they were right to love me,
I've had enough of my own stuff to know just why they're running.
So I could either catch up,
Or muster enough energy to seem in a rush,
You want the truth?  Best believe it as such:
My middle finger's the answer when you ask me whaddup.

But still the other shoe has not dropped,
but i keep the stovetop hot for that proverbial watched pot.
Got little hope that it'll boil over,
Know you're either loyal soldier or you're traitor,
Or you're sober or you're faded.
Slow your roll and don't debate it,
know your role, you wrote it, say it,
But most of all, know when to wait.
It's the patience, the pages, the stage is all that matters,
Your age is outta your control so save the grave to lay in after.
And stop chasing that fucking clock round and round, i'm trying to sleep!
But you should know before you go that though the clock tells the time, the time itself is yours to keep.