...this beat came from someone on soundclick...Kritikal....shit is hott..just used his title for the beat for the topic of the song...
madam merk
Lyrics
all around you watchin niggas die on the block
Try and stop a nigga from cockin back on his glock
slow life slow death slow pain slow breath
penetratin fear in foe's brains layin dames out
from close range
Life passes fast with a blink of an eye
Rewind contemplatin am i really willin to die
not knowin in a few if i'll be livin or dead
give my mom a kiss on the head
cuz im runnin out of time
runnin out of time runnin out of time
lights flash and i think back to the time
gifted with lyrics a synical rappin state of mind
Born in the ghetto living a struggle grew up secluded
no father or motha but i was blessed with this music
stressing at a young age..seen deaths on front page
close calls escaped while hearing beats of ya heart played
Open opportunity for me to retrack steps i've taking
But i doubt that i can give em back
so i practice my prayers and write some lines
Tears shed as multiple years went by
Living to die for my freedom..thats what life means
For some to be suspect or the victim on a crime scene
all around you watchin niggas die on the block
Try and stop a nigga from cockin back on his glock
slow life slow death slow pain slow breath
penetratin fear in foe's brains layin dames out
from close range
Life passes fast with a blink of an eye
Rewind contemplatin am i really willin to die
not knowin in a few if i'll be livin or dead
give my mom a kiss on the head
cuz im runnin out of time
runnin out of time runnin out of time
Life seems to be a mystery
nothing but questions and curiosity
placed in the back of our minds
suddenly noticing that the time can fly
watchin the second hand on the clock go by
so u try and hide
Gone quick but neva forgotten buried in the dirt
with ya name ingraved on the coffin
perfect life ended realizin the reasons why
cuz u runnin out of time runnin out of time...