Passing Tha Time - Wise Intelligent

Until once again

Your eyes look into mine

Now all, all of life

Is just passing the time

Until once again

Your eyes look into mine

Since early as first grade, I knew that you always had me

The only kid with braids, the other kids were laughing at me

I looked you right in your eyes, you looked me back into mine

You held me close, you wiped my eyes and told me it’ll be fine

My brothers and sisters nine, we suffered through perilous times

But you kept giving them love, well some of us turned to drugs and crime

We moved through ghetto to ghetto, struggling from hood to hood

Don’t mention the bills, you had to make meals from like whatever you could

Remember the days of eating mayonnaise and Wonder Bread

Wondering if Daddy’s dead or simply where the nigga at

I blame my father for leaving you stuck with ten seeds to raise

Somewhere near the early age a father nigga had learned to hate

So every since the day you left I fell out of love with writing

Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win

Now all my life is just a matter of passing time

Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine

Now all, all of life

Is just passing the time

Until once again

Your eyes look into mine

Remember my first charge, I think it was B&E

We robbed three corner stores

I think it was me and P

You told us damn near daily, don’t run with the likes of refinement

We used to say you crazy

Cause we were in need of refinement

My physical P has lived the best years of his life in prison

is paralyzed

I’m living off some shit I’ve written

I guess the message so you think Compton

Is honor your mother and father

So that your days will be longer

Don’t wait till they’re here no longer to tell them you love them and mean it

Don’t wait to regret the lost time

Believe me, you’ll never redeem it

Now that I have is pictures

Of words to me and my siblings

One day I’m not going to be here

See I refuse to believe it

Every since the day she left I fell out of love with writing

Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win

Now all my life is just a matter of passing time

Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine

Now all, all of life

Is just passing the time

Until once again

Your eyes look into mine

look up at my seed I’m driven up with these thoughts to pen

Until the day that your motherly eyes look into mine again

I fell in a world of sin

So short of the glory of God, so short of the glory of Mom

And this is the story of Wise

What took so long to come with a record me clearing my heart and my mind out?

Don’t like to put any old rhymes out

Hip hop is still art to some folk

Fell back into the habit of twisting the cap on the bottle of black

Increase my lovers in search of a love that could salvage a wounded son

I’m not an emotional MC, my heart eludes my sleeve

It’s hard for me to believe that I’ve discovered a moment to grieve

I’m not the victim, I witnessed love turned against itself

Mission retrieved itself and laid the wealth inside your grave

Every since the day you passed I fell out of love with writing

Life no longer seems exciting, guess we wasn’t supposed to win

Now all my life is just a matter of passing time

Until the day that your eyes are looking back into mine

Now all, all of life

Is just passing the time

Until once again

Your eyes look into mine