Time Will Tell - I Confess

Time will time will tell, time will tell

Time will time will tell, time will tell

Time will time will tell, time will tell

Time will time will tell, time will tell

I’m climbing right back down the ladder

Finding myself asking if I wanna be a rapper

I mean really, it’s enough just dealing with the laughter

After trying to explain myself to anyone who’s asking

Writing raps all on these napkins

While I’m doing all I can just to catch the boat that’s passin'

And this is just a fraction of the whole dissatisfaction

That I’ve found myself caught up in while capturing the action

I’m living off reactions because everything I’m lackin' is

Stackin' up on top of the fact that I am slackin'

It’s like I know myself but I keep actin' like I’m trapped in —

Side of this shell and I can’t seem to find a way to crack it

God dammit.

I’m overwhelmed and undermanned

And they can tell, but I don’t think they understand

I’m doing well.

I guess if this hell, then I’ll be damned

If it don’t feel like a cell so listen to my plan, time will tell

Many men will waste their lives

On a countdown to their graves

Arbitrarily defined

By perceptions of their time

What time will tell you

What time will tell you

What time will tell you

What time will tell you

I confess this music’s wicked

This talent, I’mma use it 'cause I know that I am gifted

Know the difference between my friends and my acquaintances

Our friendship’s wearing thin sort of like my fucking patience is

So now this ground on which we stand

Has been shifted.

I sidestep and try to fucking land

On my feet.

But I’ve been beat

And I’ve been mean, but I’ve been me

And I’ve been down, but when I dream

It’s not only when I sleep, yes indeed

An emcee with a vision, on a mission

'Cause I’m tearing down the walls around my mind, I hope you listen

Hope you get it, hope you see it, hope you share it with your friends

'Cause this is something that we want to do until the fucking end

Grab the pen.

Count to ten and take a breath

As I try to find myself while I keep taking all these steps

In this direction.

Right or wrong?

I can’t tell

'Cause this life that I’ve been living is so parallel to hell

Time will tell

Many men will waste their lives

On a countdown to their graves

Arbitrarily defined

By perceptions of their time

What time will tell you

What time will tell you

What time will tell you

What time will tell you