Uhhh thank the Lord for my fans 'cause they love Z-Ro

I get mail but ain't no letters from nobody I know

it's like I've been forgotton-every since I got locked

down

but when my feet hit the ground, that's when phony

homies come back around

I'm talkin fair weather friends

that kick it with you when the sun shines on you, but

when the fair weather ends

It's over....nobody screamin free Z-Ro like Bun B was

screamin' Free Pimp C

accept Flipperachi and Pimp C

but I'm still livin' and still pimpin' my pen

I swear I'm surrounded by women-most offenders ain't

men

they gossip like they sittin in the beauty shop

can't own nothin-too busy criticizin what the next man

got

and all I hear is I ain't gon' sack no groceries or

work at fast food

I would sweep the floor at MacDonalds if I had to

fuck ridin' homie I'm tryna raise my daughter

hopin' I make parole so I can work on bein' a father

Another birthday came and went-still wearin' white

I try to sleep all day long, so I can ride all night

no visits or rec-the only time I get to leave my cell

is at chow times and showers

minutes feel as if there hours

I read books, tryna put some fat on my head

dreamin' about when I get back on my bread

So many people want me to fall-I know they'd love to

see me on lock

but in a minute-I'll be back on top-in due time......

Time waits for no one

last year was a hard one but life goes on

I bump my head against the wall, learnin' right from

wrong

I fall off every ten minutes on this mission I'm on

Time waits for no one

last year was a hard one but life goes on

I never said I was perfect, man I come from the block

if it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in the same spot

I can breathe again-pass my a blunt that's fat

plus my strap, so I can face my enemies again

July 9th, ain't no more conversary-catch me at

Pappadeux

time to get tappered by free world clippers and choppa

clothes

plus I gotta leave some people alone

that could determine if I go back to prison or stay at

home

bottom line-you ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time

It ain't like it's hard to tell-I've reentered the game

ain't nothin changed-accept the year

when I left people dyin' and death is still here

as if we fear nothin' man enough to kill somethin

but too coward to come together and build somethin

violent crimes, the caskets are smaller in size

how the hell a ten year old get shot-eleven times

prison ain't changed me, I'm the same nigga

not a trouble maker but ya'll know I'll never hesitate

to pull-a-trigger

they say my ghetto instrumental is influential to black

I just confess how far I go, not to get put on my back

I never made a man kill a man

even if he was bumpin' my song at the time-murder is an

original plan

I understand it's a time to be born and a time to die

time to laugh and a time to cry

A time to look for somethin' and a time to consider it

lost

Time for sadiness and a time for joy

a time to build and a time to destroy

a time for war and peace

a time for silence and a time to speak

And I think it's time we come together on these streets

fill up churches Sunday mornin' like clubs-Saturday

night

and have a good worship service-just like we have a

good fight

'cause when the trumphet blows it's over, time is at

it's end

if you don't wanna burn, forever repent for all of

you're sins

and homie I don't give a fuck, if you blood or cuz

get you're relationship right with the one above

'cause it's almost time.....

Time waits for no one

last year was a hard one but life goes on

I bump my head against the wall, learnin' right from

wrong

I fall off every ten minutes on this mission I'm on

Time waits for no one

last year was a hard one but life goes on

I never said I was perfect, man I come from the block

if it wasn't for time, I'd be stuck in the same spot