From Time to Time

Over Noah “40” Shebib’s beat for “From Time”. Lyrics below.

https://youtu.be/UNZCxL_L1iQ

 

Lyrics

Chorus

From time to time
I think about those who used to shine
And it’s a crime
I never dared to put it on the line

From time to time
I think about days when you were mine
And it’s a crime
I had the chance to keep you but declined

As I rewind
I think about the man that I’ve become
And it’s entwined
With all the good and bad where I am from

From time to time
I think about what each of us might be
And it’s a crime
I know you only will in spite of me

Verse 1

If there’s no street, no art
just beef, no heart
When it’s all floss
And all gold
It’s all lost with no soul

Slow, hit you whole
in the temple
Slightly temperamental
With a tempo
Meant to get you back from that artifact
That you call rap
And you pack in that nap sack
Filled false fables
Bout those years you were selling crack

Matter fact, I’m that cat
Able to place it at
The margin, where the origin kept encouraging:

Voice. Repression
Choice. Dissension
Breath. Death.
Birth. Resurrection
Heaven, earth, hell, Rejection

So breathe slow, check the ego, get a chin check
I’ll be breeding the flow
Good to go to get some respect

I reflect and interject
On all I can’t recall
I stand tall
In introspect and say to all of ya’ll

That as I grow
I know the swollen holes in what you’re popping
I seen the show and heard those words that you were offing.

So what you’re talking
Ain’t as loud as what you are:
Sleight of handed
Focus-group
branded PR

Chorus

From time to time
I think about those who used to shine
And it’s a crime
I never dared to put it on the line

From time to time
I think about days when you were mine
And it’s a crime
I had the chance to keep you but declined

As I rewind
I think about the man that I’ve become
And it’s entwined
With all the good and bad where I am from

From time to time
I think about what each of us might be
And it’s a crime
I know you only will in spite of me

At anytime
I must believe that I can always change
But in my prime
I fear I lack the strength to rearrange

If you don’t mind
I think I’ll stay around a little longer
If so divined
I’ll let the memory make me stronger

Verse 2
There’s a girl I used to know
To whose soul I was so sold
But then it grew cold to behold how her heart closed
So now when the wind blows
Those memories are transposed
And I can feel it in my toes
Those woes I hear in stereo

Oh no, well, yes I guess that I suppose
That when the fire froze
She chose to let her soul slow
Friends then foes
Well in the end that’s how it goes
And that seed that she sows is enclosed by April snows

Check the prose that I propose
It’s apropos to a rose lined in rows entwined with woes
Then when I disclose expose the holes like windows
In that sheer veneer of remaining mementos
Predisposed to disappear, egos disposed
Electric to apathetic tempos that echoes
It’s pathetic how I chose those septic scenarios

Grandiose straight to a ghost
The most grotesque of an ex
An experience that you regret

Chorus

From time to time
I think about those who used to shine
And it’s a crime
I never dared to put it on the line

From time to time
I think about days when you were mine
And it’s a crime
I had the chance to keep you but declined

As I rewind
I think about the man that I’ve become
And it’s entwined
With all the good and bad where I am from

From time to time
I think about what each of us might be
And it’s a crime
I know you only will in spite of me

At anytime
I must believe that I can always change
But in my prime
I know I lack the strength to rearrange

If you don’t mind
I think I’ll stay around a little longer
If so divined
I’ll let the memory make me stronger

If we can be
I know that it is only in that place
Where I can see with closed eyes the image of your face
Between the sheets
where darkness casts its cover on the skies
And where it greets a state of dreams, conscious, and disguise

If we can be
I know that it is only in that place
Where I can see with closed eyes the image of your face
Between the sheets
where darkness casts its cover on the skies
And where it greets a state of dreams, conscious, and disguise

Into defeat, or so it seems is where I close my eyes
Before I sleep, or so I scream, awoken to your lies
So I retreat into a theme of that which I despise
And where I weep for what I deem completed my demise