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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

Realizing 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