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Clock With No Hands Lyrics

Artist: The Roots
Album: Game Theory

[Black Thought]
Yeah, sitting in the staircase, holding back tears
Looking over mad years worth of photographs
Pictures of some places I ain't never going back
Some people I used to love, why I ain't show them that?
The skies was overcast, when I was sober last
My head is spinning, couldn't tell you if it's slow or fast
It's starting to get too clear, I got to go and grass
To y'all it's a shame but life is what we know it as
Waiting, navigating the plot, without plans
In the car, it's hard to read as a clock with no hands
How your man's goin' get up and stop with no yams
All it take is one break, it could pop the program
Whether sinning or not, my back bending like I'm sentenced a lot
I feel some brothers is beginning to plot
It might have been a close friend I forgot
Who started up and ain't remember to stop
I bet these niggaz going remember the shop

[Hook]
People think that I'm crazy, just cause I wanna be alone
You can't depend on friends to help you in a squeeze
We all deal with shit on our own
And sometimes the beef can grow, get out of hand
Yeah, you know it gets full blown
I never said that you mean the world to me
Maybe it's best that you never know

Yo, I'm like Malcom out the window with the weapon out
Searching for somehow to find a minute or the second now
Precious time is money that I ain't got to mess about
Need it from the horse's mouth or from my eye with less account
Lessons with my back to the wall, scoping my session out
Stay a little edgy at times when I ain't stressing bout
Haters don't know shit about me, they the ones that talk shit
Those that love me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit
Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit
I was married to a state of mind and I divorced it, man
I'm from where brothers moving product from the porches
People locking their doors, clutching to their crosses
The block hot by the law, there ain't too many choices
So what I do is for y'all, there ain't too many voices left
I watch my back, and watch my step
And I might forgive, but I will not forget come on

[Hook]

Yo, living in turbulent times
The blind leading the blind
Some call it evolution, some say intelligent design
You say you want a revolution, you out of your mizind
Your sons' destitute, and their pops all in the prison
My man's back in the jam, he like the back of my hand
He just attracted to scam, he right back in the can
I never sleepwalking, you dig
You get your shuteye
I'm on the first thing in, I'm leaving on the red-eye
My brother back in rehab, just had another relapse
But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an energy
Half telling me nobody true when they pretend to be that
So closer than friends, that's where I keep my enemy at
To many parties concerned, it's time to live it and learn
Until we're able to grow, forever bridges we burn
My thoughts free as a bird, that's just about to emerge
And every action is heard, it speaks louder than words, yo

[Hook]

Comments/Interpretations

by leapyear on 8/30/2008 4:39pm
soo deep

by roof on 10/25/2008 2:39am
Poetry, philisophy and life lesson...
So beautiful, so strong
This is what music should be like
The Roots true artists, true lovers...
Thank you

by mac on 11/12/2008 10:51pm
these guys play everything double-time live, get people goin probably. i wouldn't mind hearin their shit, specially this song, played real slow at a club.

by stef on 1/26/2009 9:50pm
why would they play this song at a club? you crazy do you even hear what they play out there in those spots.. this shit is to ponder on

by anonymous? on 2/9/2009 1:34am
cant blame him for wanting this played at the club, esp with all that bullshit they stay playing.

but anyway, I get stef's point, & I greatly appreciate this song. it's fucking beautiful

by right on on 11/4/2009 11:49pm
I'm with you, mac. This could be played in the club. Every club does not HAVE to play the loud, rowdy "tear da club up, crunk" *ish. I think what mac is saying is that this could be played in a joint with more of a classier, lounge-like feel to it. You know, grown-poeple *ish.

by correction on 4/6/2010 1:52pm
"But fin himself, it's been like he's been fighting an energy
Half" should be "within himself, it's like he's been fighting an inner jihad"

by Jman on 10/26/2010 4:09am
It should say my back bending like i'm sending salaat (islamic prayer)

by BBoyCompany on 5/5/2011 4:10pm
Honestly, these are thoughts I often have trouble articulating; but Black Thought not only organizes them, he rhymes 'em...

Poetic Therapist.

by soulife on 7/2/2012 10:52pm
A lot of these lyrics are waaaay off. Who comes up with this shit