Rob D'Prince - Seven Minutes in Heaven (One Take)

Ay
What would you do
If you only had seven minutes to prove everything that you had in life
What would you tell them
What would you say
If you only had seven minutes in Heaven
What would you do
What would you change
What would you fight for
Yeah
Uh
Let's go
Word salad
Lacking bars like the man's bland ballad
Take me out the country full of fake tampered ballots
More people living under bridges under pallets
Under blankets under jackets
What's the racket
More rappers talking shit like they giving back
To the city they were backin'
But they are lackin'
Took the trapping money to pay the Maybach
How's about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
Living in a cheap shack but the beat slaps
But cheap hacks want free tracks without giving up
The greenbacks they spend on street crack
That's whack
Paradise in paradigm
Throwing luck out to every girl like a pair of dice
Snake eyes paralyze with shared lies
Darken nights knock ya lights out
Broke fights
Got nothing to die for
Got nothing to light for
Rhyme four twice more
Eight miles of life force
Till I create files and crime for
Police trials and nice whores
I got a lease
Can't even afford to own
Too broke to own a home
No throne no crown no gold
Just spit from the dome
Record Spotless
Like gun barrel chrome
Don't play me
I'm letting the cattle roam
Bro pay me
Step it up Or get to steppin' on
Get out my face you best be less annoying
Dig out ya grave and get to restin' on
Smoke cess depressed
Avoiding the press
Lesser known lessons
Knowing whose a blessing
And who's distressing
Stress is pending on the brethren
Feds and self medicine
Where's the pen
Beg God for a lesser sentence
Repent the penance repeat the sentence
Repent the penance delete the message
Spent all my dough on my linens
Lack the melanin to be embellishing
Lyrical Ritalin Hellish and riddling
What the Hell is it
Just a middle man blessed by metal limbs
Due diligence And Dilla gems
I gotta plant the money seed
So I can stop shopping at dollar tree
hotboxin' my dogs Honda Odyssey
And the opps oughta see
Oughta follow me
Otherwise make like Halloween
And catch the hollow beams on hallows eve
Clean the bones off
Break em like the Hall of Meat
Soulless like they all of me
Leave motherfuckers silent like
Tracheostomy for the cost of free
Fuck your whole family dichotomy
It's a robbery
Robbed a prince for his psycho psychiatry
Dawg this a dynasty
it's Phantasii
Irony that the iron to my eye is the only way to feel the light
It's white lies leaving my brain fried like shrimp
And refined like dip
And beelined like the whip
When I leave you and your bitch in a ditch
Bob and weave through the pain like a stitch
Wanna leave with a lane and a switch
Quit pitching bricks and picking licks
I wanna live rich
Not in wealth but in spirit
I ain't God fearing
Hearing the call the skies clearing
Steering the weary
Life eerie and dreary
Addiction is nearing
Addicted to merely likes and shares and reels
It's not real
Get addicted to hope
I'm ethereal
Quit living material
All y'all sick
And it ain't bacterial
Trivial minds tripping in life
Straight lines guiding the blind
Wake up, quit the idolize
Idle eyes don't see through the feeble lies
Demonize Prince and his evil mind
Lethalize grind confined in the people
It's my life
and I don't need to get signed to rhyme
It's my time
Seven minutes in heaven
Seven till it's eleven
Dark minds in late nights
Head-on collision
Colorful mind like a prism
Hidden in rhymes
Between the lines
And the rhythm
Between our eyes and what is written
Scriptures in blood and tears
Vision eclipse from liquor
Apple prison full of pictures
Fissures In time
Hurting inside
Memories of a
Better life
Sister and i
Age seven and five
Not confined
In wires or nine to fives
Or borderline
Suicidal and traumatized
By evil lives or knives
We let into our fragile minds
Our lives controlled by suits and ties
For me it's do or die
You do it to die
Lying in lies
Rental cars and label fines
I'm made of mine
Despite being broken inside
I'm hoping for a better life
For my parents and my future wife
For fans who pay me mind
I'm thankful for what I write
One day I'll take flight
Catch me in the skyline
Brighten your darkened nights
We never know whats wrong or right
Till you pass or fail
Schoolboy except in real life it's pass or jail
Or pass to hell
'Cause when we all die we going the same way
In the grave where class or race is really same
Laying in the vase or a case with a stapled face
Labeled faded fabled and famous
Fake family cashing in on your greatness
Shameless 'cause their problems really painless
Changes cause their problems to be weightless
Wages are the root of all the hate
All the divide of state
Debates on dates
Corrupt estates
The lock on heaven's gate
The lack of relates
The backs of the age
Nucleate the rage
We have in our ways
Divide in conflate
Olden eyes with closed minds
Creating grenades
Afraid of the truth
Their life will hang up and fizzle out
It's like Saddam Hussein
Tomorrow is never really guaranteed
It's subject to change
Like overpaying on a fee
Overstating what I plea
I demand to be free
I believe the people in the streets
The real creeps are the ones
Kicking the dude in a sheet
On the ground with the sleet
The hail and the chief
Kicking him out the block
Like get a job or get a Glock
Work a lot or end it all
Get prosecuted otherwise you'll fall
Like get a free meal and play the ball
Remember that when you pull up to the sidewalk
Seeing them signs I'm starving and dying
There's hardly a light inside of his life
No cigarettes in sight like
Got a light
Wanna fight
Nah you and I are the same
We're normal guys
Society lies
Beneath all the grime is a
Human inside
A child beneath the cries
Prying inside
Depression resides
In the mind from rejection in life
Reflection of better times
Connection with better ties
Fiber and better bands
Like cable guys
Once a better man
Before deceit and all the wives
Before the drinks and all the crime
Their story is never mind
We are the same except we got better lives
Don't fool yourself squint between the lines
Read the signs the cries for help that are letterized
Between you and i
It's part of my design
Our heart and our mind
Disconnected by what we buy
Wealth isn't all money
It's health and a lovely mental
Health isn't all lucky
It's wealth and the fundamentals
Rich in money but broke in wealth
Is it really worth it Heaven or Hell
Only seven minutes to tell
Imagine a life without that 9 to 5
I reminded you twice
When we wake up and fight
Some don't make the night
Some won't ever fight
They wake up and cry
Depression stuck in the head like lice
Feeling small in the bed like mites
One bill away from losing lights
Drugs are the only vice
Living life in a room without the lights
Like the closet or a padded room
With a partner or a maddened goon
It's cruel when the blocks full of gangstas, hobos, and businessmen
Millionaires and minute men
Money is power but not a reasoning
To wake up and grill it
It's just seasoning
Your mind is slowly weakening
Enlighten the world with your gifts cause we need it
In seven minutes
Your mind is free again.
Yeah
In seven minutes
Your mind is free again
Yeah
In seven minutes
Your mind is free again
Yeah
In seven minutes
Your mind is free again

Written by:
Robert Rodriguez II

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