My duration’s infinite, money-wise or physiology.
Nas, “Memory Lane (Sittin’ In Da Park),” Illmatic, 1994. More from Nasir Jones…
My duration’s infinite, money-wise or physiology.
Murder isn’t a crime when you just killing time.
Time flies, dreams die, people lose faith,
Tryna hide behind a lie with a straight face.
Man gave us laws, and God gave us time,
It’s the art of storytelling and I’m only telling mine.
Time is money, every moment is costly,
So I ration emotion, ‘cause existence exhausts me.
Time is real, we can’t rewind it…
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth?
Time did.
We can’t complain for this borrowed time;
So don’t misuse yours, cause you can’t borrow mine.