(intro: Claymore)

Yo, it’s Claymore. I’ve given a lot of thought to, uh, the shit I didn’t do, ya know, the time that I’ve wasted, opportunities missed. But I also think about the things I can do. You know? That’s life.

(verse 1: Claymore)

Tick-tock go the hands on the clock

It’s the nail up in the coffin, wait for hammer to drop

Mothers praying in they home, wait for manna to drop

Outta heaven, you can get it or just stand in one spot//

This for Rosa Parks’ seat on the bus, for the brothas wit’ the heaters on tuck

Pumping base/bass till the speakers’ll bust

Head up in the clouds, and my feet in the dust

Don’t you tell me slow down, when I’m feeling a rush//

Every time I put the pen to page

It’s a vehicle releasing all my pent-up rage

At these square **** tryna get me bent outta shape

I’m a rare ****, seasoned like a ribeye steak//

Foreign interference not welcome in my state

In my mind, bitch, gimme time out to make my escape

From the worries that I’m buried in, this is my grave. . .//

Yo, an idle mind is a playground for devils

You break ground, la’ bitch, or just stay down forever

Tell me that it’s my time to shine like diamonds in bezels

And if a **** never make it, I’ll be grinding forever//

(hook: Claymore)

Draining like the sand in the hourglass

If you blink for a second, it’s like an hour passed

If you know the life you living just a moment in time

Use the rhythm as your river, lift your spirit and rise, ****//

(verse 2: Claymore)

Secondhand smoke make the second man choke

Count the hours to the minute when the second hand broke

Second Line up in several lands, severed hands float

In the sewer due to shit, that the severed hands wrote//

The lazy days I spent awake up in my hazy cave

**** don’t do shit for free, you gotta pay to play

It’s like I live life on the edge, ‘cause life’s a razor blade

You gotta stay sharp to the end, unless you fade away//

Thinking ‘bout the signs of the times wit’ bottles of wine

Think outside the box, but forced to follow the lines

It’s a penny for my thoughts, but I ain’t dropping a dime

In the game like four quarters, cost a dollar a rhyme//

You get your fill of consonants, can’t hold in your vowels

That mean a **** ‘bout to bust, it’s like I’m toting a barrel

I’m speaking this in General, no Colin or Powell

But this a Hitchhiker’s Guide to how to throw in the towel//

To wipe the sweat up off my forehead, thought I told you before

That this life is just a battlefield, we soldiers at war

Where it’s warmer when you richer, and it’s cold when you poor

That’s why I take whatever I want the minute I open the door//

Can never force the metaphor

Nor can you pick at me for similes

As I’m stepping close to heaven’s door

I did this shit willingly, oh, silly me//

(hook)

Uh, hear the ringing alarm clock

Embodies all the things that I’m singing the song ‘bout

All this thinking alone got me to sink in the zone

Rather than swinging along devising schemes to get on top//

The mysteries of life can bring your history to light

It’s hard to find the truth because it lives beneath the lies

The shit can be a bitch to me, but deep between her thighs

Is the seed that grants me meaning and the reason for this rhyme//

A rhyming addiction, I ride to the rhythm

Put your ego to the side, don’t let your pride be your prison

Reflections of this life, the shit that shine through the prisms

Lose the stress up in your life and just vibe with my vision now//