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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#126,637 today
Peak #1,224
#78,303 in subgenre
Peak #643
Author
Homarobi
Rights
LAT Entertainment
Uploaded
January 17, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:45
Story behind the song
This song is about some real shit. In our neighborhoods and lives today. The shit that we go threw. The problems we face in our communitys and ghettos and the lack of help we need that isn't there. For everyone thats stuck in the struggle.
Don't be scared.
Have faith.
Couse time will tell.
One.
Lyrics
Time Will Tell BY HOMAROBI
PRODUCED BY HOMAROBI
(Homarobi)
C) When times are rough
and your all by yourself,
stuck with no help feelin' like
life is hell.
Don't be scared
have faith,
couse time will tell.
Time will tell.
(Unknown singer)
How do you measure
a year in the life?
(Homarobi)
V1) Who'd have known i'd make it
to see 17,
thought i'd done be in the dirt
do to these cold dark dreams.
Ain't no body give a damn about me
nobody noticed,
when these days of beein' sobar
put a chip my sholder.
Hangin' on the block made a man of me
put hair on my nuts,
showed this lil' bad mothafucka
to be tough.
Bangin' with the other neighborhoods
showed me a sign,
introduced me to handcuffs
and the mase in my eyes.
Plus the mind state i modified
put me on the line,
my homeys in handcuffs
became the local jenicide.
Seen the locust shit
that i know i wont forget,
too many court cases
and closed kasketts.
Had me trippin' uncontrolably
i couldn't help it,
dead family members had me wonderin'
how god could be so selfish.
Was it on me
whats the reason for the innocent to pass?
With death lerkin' so close
tell me how long can we last?
(Homarobi)
C) When times are rough
and your all by yourself,
stuck with no help feelin' like
life is hell.
Don't be scared
have faith,
couse time will tell.
Time will tell.
(Unknown singer)
How do you measure
a year in the life?
(Homarobi)
V2) Whats the reason for strays
why's the leathelist the rick-a-shays?
Innocent children
headed strait for a grave.
Ain't nothin funny
about the deaths undeserved,
especially when them babys
never got to say thier first words.
Ya'll best be recognizen
this is real life,
death ain't no fairytale
everybody pays a price.
Its some real shit
I seen so many people burried,
had to notify my uncle
with his sons obiturarys.
Why he was locked up
singin' them jailhouse blues,
not only lost one son
in a single moment lost two.
Some of the saddest shit
i ever heard,
but im there for him
showin' him the love and respect he deserves.
I just wish i could do more
open the door to every store,
and let the poor
take what they can't afford.
Let the world see some shit
they never seen before,
happiness on the streets
and peace instead of war. What
(Homarobi)
C) When times are rough
and your all by yourself,
stuck with no help feelin' like
life is hell.
Don't be scared
have faith,
couse time will tell.
Time will tell.
(Unknown singer)
How do you measure
a year in the life?
(Homarobi)
V3) Its hard to come to grips
with reality,
when death, murder and crime
is accepted faithfully.
How come millionares
can't find enough nerve to share,
with the poor mothers scared
all alone on welfare.
And how come the death tole
and taxes seem to rise,
why the rate of hourly pay
continues to decline.
It seems there ain't no hope left
along with jobs,
homeless shelters overpacked
like unemployment lines.
Whats next?
It seems the worst is all we can expect,
with souljas shippin overseas
like federal express.
Only more future problems
is the fate i've acknowledged,
but i still pray one day
this will all be behind us.
When life will be a plus
instead of a minus,
where once ghetto children
grow up to live the finest.
But i can
only hope and imagine,
and pray until one day
my dream happens.
(Homarobi)
C) When times are rough
and your all by yourself,
stuck with no help feelin' like
life is hell.
Don't be scared
have faith,
couse time will tell.
Time will tell.
(Unknown singer)
How do you measure
a year in the life?
