John Thompson (Killing Time) Lyrics

These are ungodly times

I pray to God I don't resort to crime

Displaying no hope

Poverty of the mind

No staying afloat

Below poverty lines

Got locked up off pitchin

No re-tuning

When I got to prison

Felt like a fuckin reuinion

Saw every last one of my close associates

Talkin shit 'bout when we gets out we gon' go legit

I ain't into teaching or preaching lessons

I know food for thought can lead to indigestion

But our actions in need of reassessment

We make less off of trapping than off of legal investments

Out here pumping gas

Exxon

Every company passing up on an ex-con

On God I'm just lookin to hook up my next con

Off the rip, off the muscle

Gotta get my flex on

Feeling like there's no way to get out

Like to eat

Gotta take it out of their mouth

(Gimme That)

Like to catch a break

I gotta break into their house

If nothing's given, fuck it

I'll take it all for myself

(Get The Fuck On The Floor)

That's taking matters into your own hands

We gonna hold down this block like it's our own land

Got a 100 round drum like I'm my own band

I bet this stick paint you up like a Gaugin

Feel like starting up my own picket lines

Ain't no start-ups starting up when your skin like mine

When your starting blocks start out on the block

There's no finish line

I'm beginning to feel like John Thompson

It's Killing Time

Fuck the Government and the ruling class

(Fuck 'Em)

Fuck everyone of 'em that abuse the badge

(Everyone of 'em)

This for everyone of us that you've harassed

I'm 'bout to strap up with C-4 like a Muslim has

If I start hating on a racist system

You start saying I'm displaying symptoms

You disregard it and just say it's fiction

You say that I'm race carding or just playing victim

Which one

Nah tell me which one

Has the highest prison rates in the world

I'd say it's this one

(Shit)

I'm just waving this gun

Put it to the air

Only way that they'll listen