Not My Time lyrics

[Intro: Trae]

Let me talk to them

You need to pay attention to the truth

You know it's here

For every death, brings new life

And with new life

Our chances are limited

They say it's limited by the experiences

That we may come across on a day to day basis

It's limited by the circumstances, of us being less fortunate in life

They say it's limited by the spirit and hope we have

That everybody try to take from you

But then it's unlimited when you find peace with god

[Verse 1: Trae]

Come take a walk through the hood with me

Where faith is at a lower level cuz pressure is hard

30 years in a cell will leave a killer acquainted with God

Going to war with pain will leave you internally scarred

Watchin' the world crash is kinda odd

We in the last days is what they tellin' me

8 year old children bein' convicted of a felony

Never had a life stereotype is what they bred to be

Momma dead, daddy prolly somethin' they will never see

The economy under fire by President Bush

That's why they hood spend most of their days

Blowin' president kush, the way he got us daily

Give us a reason to push unless he on the verge of suicide

And we gave 'em a push

Katrina came and left our neighbors wit' some deadly weather

And off the rip I beg the lord to try to make it better

I feel they pain so now I ride wit' them like it's whatever

Yeah I represent for New Orleans and Texas together

I got a kite the other day from my homie's on lock

They beg me not to switch up like rest. Look here

Homie I'm not (You know I got you)

So every chance I get to roll I'm coming the block (I'm coming the block)

I'm in these penientary walls, till they tell me to stop

I witness murder by the minute on another skill

Sirens and a couple shots mean another body still (Body still)

Even if we see it rules, got us unable to tell

My Heart goes out to all those victims who done been thru hell

Children molested by these cowards who ain't in at all

As long as I'm living, I ain't gon' let these cowards win at all (Ain't gon' let them win)

And for my people I'mma stand up till a soldier fall

I'm so serious, ain't no need for me to grin at all

And on another note, my girl homie momma is a smoker

I promise I wanna help but she duck off when I approach her

I'm so sensitive to the pain that I'm numb

Put the world against me, on my babies I ain't finna run (I ain't finna run)

And speakin' of babies, I'm seein' babies havin' babies

Ho ass niggas skeetin' in these kids like they grown ladies (They goin' to hell)

They tell me life gon' get better if Obama win (If Obama win)

I agree as long as he don't switch up in the end (Switch up in the end)

My brother been in the pen a little over ten

I gotta send him pictures just to help 'em live again

I let 'em know there's no limit how far this end extend

If I gotta die to see 'em free, then I'll be checkin' in

That's on my spirit homie...

[Verse 2: Lynzie Kent]

The vultures are coming

Their hunting for your blood

Their circling the streets

But don't give them what they want

But don't give them what they want

And I know you got a secret

And it's causing you pain

So lay low baby

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

It won't hurt you again

I look through these eyes

And these eyes only

I live through this life

Sometimes it's lonely

I look through these eyes

And these eyes only

I Live through this life

Sometimes it's lonely

Sometimes it's lonely

My life...

My life...

• Artist:Trae Tha Truth
• Album:Street King