I heard screams as I knocked at my friend's door,
I seen his mother leaning over him while he's laying on the floor with a bullet in his chest,
The world we live in today - what a big mess,
This is a friend I used to witness tom, so don't laugh, G, because it could've been you,
So you still want to be down with this life troop,
It's kind of hard when you're dead for you to say, "Oops, I made a mistake," so don't wait too late,
The words are emphatic,
My friends back in the hood think I'm giving them static, but I'll do anything to keep them out of a casket.

And I'm out.

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round,
It's time for the lost to be found,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round,
It's time for the lost to be found.

Standing firm of the rock, I hear the sound of the clock,
Absalom's the type of brother that looks at his watch, realising brothers are dying,
At the snap of a finger, mothers are crying, asking, "Why, oh, why was my son a victim' - I picked up my cross and bore it, and then some,"
Many are backslidden, lies are hidden,
Now you're questioning God of his final decision'
Strike up Proverbs 22:6, grab your crucifix,
Realising that the word wasn't just a trick,
I sigh, many nights I cry, supplicating to the Lord, "Don't let your people die, because..."

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round,
It's time for the lost to be found,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round,
It's time for the lost to be found.

Come and claim into the rhyme, message full of power and content,
Revealed truth will state the rhyme is God sent,
Nonsense must cease for peace to reign and take over - agreed'
Be diligent and strive to be sober,
It's over once the clock stops ticking and tocking,
So crack that heart, 'cause God is still knocking,
Around them punk demons whose plan is still scheming in an attempt to rob the body of Christ -you're just dreaming,
Dazed and amazed at the grace in these temples,
Full of power and glory, his plan was simple: to save, to teach Adamic nature to behave,
I see you fronting, but are you still a slave'
Like Shanice Wilson, I like your smile, but is it the real deal or just a fake profile'
I gotta know, (you gotta know) which God you be for,
There's no time to waste, so listen to the clock go...

Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round,
It's time for the lost to be found,
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
Time is running out,
The clock goes 'round and 'round.

This is a song that's going out to my brothers out there who's heard the voice the Lord, and they still can't seem to find their way home,
This is a true story going on across America, and even the world,
Remember that brother could've been you.