David L. Martins - 5 Minutes 'Fore the Birth of Son lyrics

I wish I could Under promise, and over deliver, Sit down and write psalms, instead I just scribble. Written foul thoughts on the days I'm prolific, Listening to the rain, dripping the six different rhythms. Innocence is a prison for every dumb mind, Through delusions eluding in every one rhyme, An old soul they say, Hey, look, the sunshine! I see it peaking through each side of those dull blinds, Unwind from the moment and close those eyes, sun. Five-one equals eight, and then my times done. I tried, f**, them birds are k**in' my vibe, bruh. Time's up, just listen to them, your times up.