Passing Tha Time

Until once again
Your eyes look into mine
Now all, all of life
Is just passing the time
Until once again
Your eyes look into mine
Since early as first grade, I knew that you always had me
The only kid with braids, the other kids were laughing at me
I looked you right in your eyes, you looked me back into mine
You held me close, you wiped my eyes and told me it’ll be fine
My brothers and sisters nine, we suffered through perilous times
But you kept giving them love, well some of us turned to drugs and crime
We moved through ghetto to ghetto, struggling from hood to hood
Don’t mention the bills, you had to make meals from like whatever you could
Remember the days of eating mayonnaise and Wonder Bread
Wondering if Daddy’s dead or simply where the nigga at
I blame my father for leaving you stuck with ten seeds to raise
Somewhere near the early age a father nigga had learned to hate
So every since the day you left I fell out of love with writing
Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
Now all, all of life
Is just passing the time
Until once again
Your eyes look into mine
Remember my first charge, I think it was B&E
We robbed three corner stores
I think it was me and P
You told us damn near daily, don’t run with the likes of refinement
We used to say you crazy
Cause we were in need of refinement
My physical P has lived the best years of his life in prison
is paralyzed
I’m living off some shit I’ve written
I guess the message so you think Compton
Is honor your mother and father
So that your days will be longer
Don’t wait till they’re here no longer to tell them you love them and mean it
Don’t wait to regret the lost time
Believe me, you’ll never redeem it
Now that I have is pictures
Of words to me and my siblings
One day I’m not going to be here
See I refuse to believe it
Every since the day she left I fell out of love with writing
Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
Now all, all of life
Is just passing the time
Until once again
Your eyes look into mine
look up at my seed I’m driven up with these thoughts to pen
Until the day that your motherly eyes look into mine again
I fell in a world of sin
So short of the glory of God, so short of the glory of Mom
And this is the story of Wise
What took so long to come with a record me clearing my heart and my mind out?
Don’t like to put any old rhymes out
Hip hop is still art to some folk
Fell back into the habit of twisting the cap on the bottle of black
Increase my lovers in search of a love that could salvage a wounded son
I’m not an emotional MC, my heart eludes my sleeve
It’s hard for me to believe that I’ve discovered a moment to grieve
I’m not the victim, I witnessed love turned against itself
Mission retrieved itself and laid the wealth inside your grave
Every since the day you passed I fell out of love with writing
Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win
Now all my life is just a matter of passing time
Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine
Now all, all of life
Is just passing the time
Until once again
Your eyes look into mine