Is It My Time Ptll

by Mama Chill

Watford UK Born N Bred. Around for the birth of Rap/HipHop, Love Ol Skool and New Skool & mixing it up with other genres. I'm just a Socially Awkward RetroHead, Spiritual Hippie with #MyalgicEncephalomylitis (M.E). If They Raise The Bar Too High? Limbo Dance Under it.




Don't care bout ya future if somebody shoot ya or crack ya with a duster til ya skull gets broke
I was just like you I felt that way too, anger in my belly all the way up til I choked
If someone provoked me hope god would be around, they'd get my whole life on a fist & I'd be going down
Around & around like a washing machine carrying a toxic load that I couldn't get clean,
Like a stain, a tattoo under the skin, effecting the choices I made from therein
I've never wanted marriage & babies though I lovem, hate politicians always have you can shovem
don't know nuthin bout what's going on & school never taught me that life was a marathon
Wait on the block til the day that you die
Or keep running through the hurt &  pain to cross the finish line. If we're gonna have our time.
---x---
Coz all the kings horses & all the kings men aint gonna put us back together again
And The cavalry aint comin to save me
Gotta use ya own head, or you'll end up dead
And I wanna know the rest of my story
---x---
My story aint no Jackanory but everybodie's got one so hold the violins
You can play the blame game but it's all just the same, or grow a back bone face up & change things
Life ain't easy my friend that's the deal, don't have to be that way if ya wanna heal
But Ya mummy & daddy probably just damaged souls, from their childhood too like you who knows?
who ya gonna blame when they're dead & gone, school for not teaching ya how to be a champion,
Nobody's gonna come knock on ya door, silver tray with an invitation for
The life that your wanting, that's down to you, waste it, give up, roll over if ya want too
Whose gonna care if you don't give a damn, how ya gonna get to shine like I know that ya can
Its hard to let go of what makes you a mess, I'm an addict of everything in life I confess.
---x---
But all the kings horses & all the kings men ain't gonna put us back together again
And the cavalry ain't comin to save me
Gotta use ya own head, or you'll end up dead
And I wanna know the rest of my story
---x---
A dream only ends when you stop trying x 6
 ---x---
Don't call yaself a soldier a soldier is bolder, you're just a pussy with a chip on ya shoulder
Ain't dying in battle for somebody else, it's a war that you play in & die for yourself
Why not try til you die coz there ain't no shame, in trying to achieve the greatness that goes with ya name
Bring it, show the world that ya so mighty fine
& keep sweatin' on the dream til the day we get our time
---x---
Coz all the kings horses & all the kings men aint gonna put us back together again
And the cavalry ain't comin' to save me
Gotta use ya own head, or you'll end up dead
And I wanna know the rest of my story
& so it be told our life was glorious……
maybe one day our life will be  glorious?
---x---

Written by: Mama Chill

Submitted by: Mama Chill on January 21, 2020

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