#313286/Kyrie

Wakin' up at the crack of dawn to yellin' (Yellin', yellin') There is no first name basis for a felon (Felon) (Felon) (Felon) And all I have is time Mail's like gold Moms cant write they say shes gettin' too old They put her in a home It ain't lookin' too good say her body's gettin' cold But shell be just fine Concrete walls closin' in Recycled air hot combs burnin' A game of Spades turns into ten And there is no such thing as a friend And I'm losing my mind I don't understand Why I cant be free To see my mother's face Man this pain is killin' me (Oh) Concrete walls closin' in The service you wont be attendin' Your mother's gone so dont pretend Your children are crying and their wonderin' Where the hell is my mom? The gifts he gifts are always in season They never wear out They last forever One gift I'm thinking of? Life It's taken for granted sometimes but its so precious People don't seem to realize how precious it is Until it's almost gone And all I have is time (Kyrie)