• (verse 1)

    he just sits, and watches everything that happens
    the singin, the dancin, the rockin, the rappin
    the people, their screamin, their cryin, their laughin
    doesnt understand why one of them tried to clap him
    and yet, clapped he got
    he lucky he dont occupy a casket box
    at his height, the man used to run the block
    but now any more stress and his heart might stop
    at least thats according to the doctors
    but they dont really care if he ends up dead
    every piece of advice that they give
    might as well be another bullet drillin right through his head
    last thing he remember was some dude in the street
    talkin bout beef, now the cat pullin out heat
    saw the spark, but he didnt hear the boom
    and next thing he on the way to the emergency room...

    (hook)
    the hands keep movin and the clock keep tickin
    the clouds keep comin and the rain got you slippin
    you hopin just once that it could be different
    its the same s**t every day

    the hands keep movin and the clock keep tickin
    the clouds keep comin and the rain got you slippin
    the drinks keep pourin and the blunts keep hititn
    but the pain wont go away

    (verse 2)
    so now in that hospital bed he laid
    thinkin bout all the choices that he done made
    countin off all the people that he done slayed
    and contemplatin all the games that he done played
    he chose to stay, when it was better to run
    he could have put down the soft, but he picked up a gun
    he could have used a rubber, but that wasnt no fun
    then he could have learned his lesson and just had one
    didnt realize the devil had him by the throat
    didnt feel his breath slip till he straight choked
    the rush off, runnin the streets and traffickin coke
    made him forget the pain of being flat broke
    he went from, stealin shoes and stealin socks, to
    slangin yay and slangin rocks, to
    starin down the barrel of a plastic glock, to
    countin down the seconds on that hospital clock...

    (hook)

    (verse 3)
    you know they say april showers bring may flowers
    and dont nothin seperate months but hours
    from, minutes to days, he counts the ways
    and contemplates how to make everything okay
    he reaches in his pocket for the pics of his kids
    takes a long hard look and his eyes get big
    he hears footsteps as tears hit the floor
    he looks up, his children standing at the door
    their soft sad looks tear into his eyes
    they see past the facade, the lies and the disguise
    past the hardness, they see a man who hungered
    a man with no answers when his mind had wondered
    but he has a revelation and his heartbeat flares
    all he ever really needed was somebody that cares
    but as he comes to his senses, the images fade
    and he wonders if he can make it just one more day...

    (hook).