Time
Killah Priest Lyrics

My life flashes, I'm eight years old, my face stares cold
Killah Priest reminisces about his past life when he was a young boy

At the pastor, as he picks up the robe
He remembers the pastor who had a major impact on his life

He reads a chapter, his voice is like, grabbin' my soul
The pastor's voice in the church was so powerful that it pulled him in

The seeds turn blacker and finally it fades out slow
He begins to realize that everything fades away and nothing lasts forever

The hearing after, a whole brand new screen show
He is now in a different place and seeing a new reality before him

I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old
He now experiences another moment of his life on his 18th birthday

I'm on gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
He finds himself in a bad place, surrounded by drug addicts and prostitutes

The flake dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blunt rose
There is chaos happening around him with drugs and violence

Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunk
He is inebriated and unable to fully comprehend what is happening

So much, that I can't see straight
He is very drunk and disoriented

Another flash, I'm in a fancy place
He is now in a much nicer environment

A waiter walks over, hands me a plate
He is being tended to by staff in this fancy place

I trance it to escape, but it's too late
He tries to escape his past life, but it's too late

I shoot my casket, my moms screamin' bastard
He imagines shooting his own casket and causing pain to his mother

Ya'll know who killed them, filled them with them lugers
He blames others in his community for shootings and violence

Ruger, you God damn hoodlums
He addresses the perpetrators of violence directly

But it's too late, I see the king in the New Jerusalem
He realizes that it's too late to change anything and sees a vision of the afterlife

Was this my fate, to be judged in this place
He considers whether this is his destiny to be judged in the afterlife

Angels watchin' me, I step up to plead my case
He is being judged and speaks up to defend himself

I see his face in black space, okay let me back space
He sees the face of God and tries to take back his actions

Somethin' went front between that gat and my waste
He reflects on how his life went wrong and how he ended up in this position

Is this the judgment, the place where every thug has been
He wonders if every criminal is judged in the afterlife like he is

After hearin' gun fire, and slugs go in
He remembers a violent past filled with gunfire and bullets

The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going
The gates to the afterlife are open and he wonders what his destination will be

I was born cold naked and young
He reflects on his birth and early life

Mouth open, rings slashin' off of cardboard, wettin' my tongue
He was very poor growing up and drank from cardboard rings around cans

We prayed for the shepherd to come
His family and community turned to religion for guidance

Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee
He feels rejected by society and physically hindered

Talked to the most high, Priest, hug me, real, real
He turns to God for comfort and support