Time

You tell me where to go,

Its now over but I need a guide,

I need a ride,

Glide me over the rough part,

Please take care of my heart,

How can people be so cold?

Never realized till I got old,

Not even that,

The age of twenty is where I was at,

On the attack every minute,

Thought I was cool,

Now I'm a little worried cause guns rule,

I might be able to fight you off,

But nobodies punching bullets,

Once a punk pull it,

I love God and I hate to be worried,

But it better then being buried,

Hurry up and catch up with my thoughts,

I'm not in the streets by any means,

I know the streets are real mean,

I know people in the streets serving fiends,

Look in-between the lines,

Look inside the rhymes,

An innocent mad out of prison,

But still serving time.