Secondhand Minutes feat. Mike Maven

Time on your side, you know you gotta use it
Stay on my grind, you know I gotta do it
Losin my mind... streets is makin music
You know you gotta say it for sure...

…Rise and shine to this Jersey grime –
Rub sleep from the eye –
Another day, another freestyle pass by –
What’s left to say, all I gots this rhyme –
Bus stop sluggin water out the bottle slow –
Day heatin up like a throttle pushed forward – CHEAH
Rush a crowd shovin - Journal Square Path buzzin –
Back on the wall in the car and it all went black, cousin –
September shooken, remember how it looked when -
I inhale memories of this footprint –
...City life is easy, a fistfulla change –
(But blood still run and maintains) –
Jim Buffett kicks, a second-hand war-
Press to this fence ‘fore I’m told, “Get it goin” –
Clock sorta stopped, stepped to move on –
Odd... I look back now and it’s gone…”


Time on your side, you know you gotta use it
Stay on my grind, you know I gotta do it
Losin my mind... streets is makin music
You know you gotta say it for sure...


“Situation hot like August straphangin –
People brush past the spot I was standin – 
Construction soundtrack got me thinkin –
Where I’ve been took, what’s the reason –
Monday is sidewalk cleanin, treated –
Supposed to find a routine now to believe in –
Back hella stiff my gift from a 10-hour shift…
Smell of fish on the block stinkin like shit –
Round the corner bikes and a jukebox screamin –
Tales of these heroes, talk of late last evenins –
Past tables, taxis, birds that’s fly –
My dude showin love thru the fire –
Pour the Jack prescription when I’m home illin –
Till I crash, emcee, J.O. willin –
2am, prayin the jungle can hear me –
While the picture look fuzzy I come thru clearly – CMON
Jeans like that morning, swag of a killer –
Talk to me New York, it’s only getting iller –
You know I’d stay now but Johnny on his grind –
Broke as fuck, and none of us afford time, let’s go…”


Time on your side, you know you gotta use it
Stay on my grind, you know I gotta do it
Losin my mind... streets is makin music
You know you gotta say it for sure...


“Eight thirteen went 33 minutes more –
Fifty six minutes back broke in the fall –
End of the day still hasn’t come for me –
Not haunted, I’m drawn back to it’s memory –
…For everyone that it buried alive –
Where my best friend served and Pat Tillman died –
Home of the brave three colors wave –
6:50 sunrise prayer for the day –
Our stories is the walls of the city –
Voices camped on the corner gettin busy –
Do what you gotta for the war and religion –
For peace I believe it's more inner demons –
(IT’S LIFE) Clock poised like a tough guy –
...Maintain as the midnight oil run dry –
I keep a candle lit in the streets til it die…
With respect that God give a damn how it fly, New York…”


Time on your side, you know you gotta use it
Stay on my grind, you know I gotta do it
Losin my mind... streets is makin music
You know you gotta say it for sure...