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Clock With No Hands

This song is by The Roots and appears on the album Game Theory (2006).

Black Thought:
Yeah, sittin' in a staircase, holdin' back tears
Lookin' over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never goin' back
Some people I used to love. Why I ain't show 'em that?
The skies was overcast, when I was sober last
My head is spinnin' couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast
It's startin' to get too clear, I got to go and grab
To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as
Waitin' navigatin' the plot, without plans
In the cards, it's hard to read as a Clock With No Hands
How your man's gon' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop the program
Whether sinnin' or not, my back bendin' like I'm sentenced alot
I feel some brothers is beginnin' to plot
It might have been a close friend I forgot
Who started up and ain't remember to stop
I bet these niggas gon' remember the shot.

People think that I'm crazy, just 'cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in this ways
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beat can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know.

Black Thought:
Yo, I'm like Malcolm out the window with the weapon out
Searchin' for somehow to find a minute or the second now
Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about
Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scopin' my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressin' 'about
Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit
Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit
'Cause I'm doin' better now, don't mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind & I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers movin' product from the porches
People lockin' they doors, clutchin' to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all 'cause ain't too many voices left
I watch my back and watch my step
And I might forgive but I do not forget come on.

People think that I'm crazy, just 'cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in this ways
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beat can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know.

Black Thought:
Yo livin' in turbulent times
The blind leadin' the blind
Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your sons' destitute and their pops all in the prizon
My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand
He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can
I'm never sleepwalkin' you dig
You get your shuteye
I'm on the first thing in, I'm leavin' on the red-eye
My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse
Within' himself, it's like he been fightin' an inner Jihad
Tellin' me ain't nobody true when they pretend to be that
So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at
To any parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn
Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn
My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge
And every action is heard, it speak louder than words, yo.

People think that I'm crazy, just 'cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in this ways
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beat can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know.

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