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I heard screams as I knocked at my friend's door
I seen his mother leaning over him
While he's laying on the floor with a bullet in his chest
The world we live in today, what a big mess
This is a friend I used to witness too
So don't laugh, G, because it could've been you
So you still want to be down with this life troop
It's kind of hard when you're dead for you to say
"Oops, I made a mistake," so don't wait too late
The words are emphatic
My friends back in the hood think I'm giving them static
But I'll do anything to keep them out of a casket
And I'm out
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
It's time for the lost to be found
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
It's time for the lost to be found
Standing firm of the rock, I hear the sound of the clock
Absalom's the type of brother that looks
At his watch, realising brothers are dying
At the snap of a finger, mothers are crying
Asking, "Why, oh, why was my son a victim?
I picked up my cross and bore it, and then some"
Many are backslidden, lies are hidden
Now you're questioning God of his final decision?
Strike up Proverbs 22:6, grab your crucifix
Realising that the word wasn't just a trick
I sigh, many nights I cry
Supplicating to the Lord, "Don't let your people die, because..."
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
It's time for the lost to be found
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
It's time for the lost to be found
Come and claim into the rhyme
Message full of power and content
Revealed truth will state the rhyme is God sent
Nonsense must cease for peace to reign and take over, agreed?
Be diligent and strive to be sober
It's over once the clock stops ticking and tocking
So crack that heart, 'cause God is still knocking
Around them punk demons whose plan is still scheming
In an attempt to rob the body of Christ, you're just dreaming
Dazed and amazed at the grace in these temples
Full of power and glory, his plan was simple
To save, to teach Adamic nature to behave
I see you fronting, but are you still a slave?
Like Shanice Wilson, I like your smile
But is it the real deal or just a fake profile?
I gotta know (You gotta know)
Which God you be for
There's no time to waste
So listen to the clock go...
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
It's time for the lost to be found
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Time is running out
The clock goes 'round and 'round
This is a song that's going out to my brothers out there who's heard
The voice, the Lord, and they still can't seem to find their way home
This is a true story going on across America, and even the world
Remember that brother could've been you