Signs of the Times...

Yeah, yeah
Signs of the times
Take a look around
Know what I'm saying
Signs of the times
Signs of the times, know what I'm saying
Paperboy grows up to be a killer

Looking up out the window
(Crazy shit, got my cousin caught up) I see the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self, picture me

Ever since Alpha curse, 360 twist, now 21st
Begging God to let me spin again, before flesh prophecy birth
Quench flames from which this body thirst
Ferocious entity roars endless, judgement be upon diary verses

Analyze this sphere, be the signs of the times
Poetry in motion, 'cause everyday life be a battle rhyme
Observe, promenade through the ghetto shrines
Analyze memorex of predecessors when it's revealed through hard times

AK's and Tec-9's orchestrates a thief's means
Objective, to have the finest things hopping what inner peace brings
Aftermath be "Amazing grace" that a songbird sings
Reminisce of loved ones who fell from clipped wings

As the pendulum swings, represents the balance of life
True test for blind man, can he grip back anger and spite?
Especially when his plane of success doesn't take flight
Rubicon thought, "Should he die or fight?"
Hey

Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self

Why? Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self
Picture me

Elementary days, children sin for crooked pays
Oblique thoughts of stick-ups
Rape the esteem of strays
Thank God I made it through 8th grade
All we had to show some
Battle scars, loss of pride, and twin lying up in a grave

Through those Gillette times
Didn't quite make his close shave
Just another ghetto hero
Perished in the hands of blind rage

No need to question Lord, I think I understand
That situations can even humble the greatest works of man
Like my Mama, and that girl named Anisha Witlock
Graduated '96, following year, heartbeat stopped
A stranger paid you a visit, three times, still comatose

A couple days, you passed away, still never bragged or boast
On attendance 'cause that's between me and you
See, time tends to illustrates who heart be true
Eternal paradox, before conceived to rot
Death is certain, but life's not
Hey

Looking up out the window see the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self

Why? Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self
Picture me

Arch Angels scour the globe
In search of flesh totem poles
To erect the spirit of Fredrick Nietzsche
Initiation sound in streets be snare drum rolls
Death cadence, drown out a bystander's woes

"Peace be with you," pardon words of a dying man
Towards killers who guilt, know the heart of a kind man
Genogram discovers blood kin to Uncle Sam
Last name be a branded claim, plus, brother's a lighter tan

Alma Mater stance
Salute Jezebel's clutches through perimeter prance
Barter lives for street romance
Gave birth to social darwinism, her only child
To conquer hearts, of the lives of the innocent smile

Scorch the clouds of heaven, quench the flames of hell
Seek not destination, blood paid spiritual bail
Told me, death is something I got to earn
The gift to me was life
But, what I do with it, is yours in return

Looking up out the window see the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self

Why? Looking up out the window see the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self, picture me

Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self
Hey

Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
Lord, you're trying to tell me something
Yet, I still pay no mind
Pride prevents me to ask for your help
Knowing that I can't help my damn self, picture me

Looking up out the window
See the signs of the times
What's up Steve
Fearless Leader



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Writer(s): The Stoic
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