Time Wasted

I hope that I ain't wasting my time with this shit

Cause time is precious, I be having dreams and it seem like

I'm fine in this shit, but if I'm confessing, I'll be real I don't really

Think I can survive in this bitch, but I might be finesse it

I don't know, I can't tell the future as I write the present

That's just my impression

So I gotta move right when I step in this bitch and I'm gonna

Fight whoever's left in here until I can't write no compassionate shit

No matter the time or effort I put in, but I got a whole lotta stuff

To prove so I don't think I'll be closing it up so soon

I got too many boulders I gotta move and I can't do that not