Maker - Letting Life Pa** By lyrics

[Verse 1:] I drags along like the ragged vagabond I've grown to be I should've been a doctor by now, I know supposedly But I've been busy doctoring rhymes, like physician-healed I self-quote: "wealth is thy prize, and mine is poetry" Not confined or defined in a sentence of life The light is divine, I might lie refined in His presence The present is fine, I rap rabid, but have the sedative rhyme Sometimes time's depressing, but there you have it My judge, I mean my fellow human, looping over me Hopefully [you?] could die soon, no beauty, but putrid eye beholding me So there's four to seek, and so they told him, hold him to a limit Mama will you love if I be a cynic? Criticizing the creation, create sh** I didn't I never believed in Atheism, filling a blank "-ism" Slimming chances for advances, standing in the line of sinning Time to witness the standards that stand [up buying?], well which is it? [Chorus (x2):] Made a lot of dough, letting life pa** by Staring at the clock, letting life pa** by Blazed a lot of smoke, letting life pa** by Life pa** by, letting life pa** by [Interlude 1 (turntable scratching):] "And I'm letting you know" [Verse 2:] The bitter fist grips to grab it all past the crack of dawn Too fast to catch the sun, the [ragged? rappin'?] vagabond [Axes?] snapping [awful?] by the dawn The doctor offered Ms., fist full of crab Upon which he never wanted, listen but [dog it?] He had to stop the pawn from grasping for feudal future The drug is from a lost past that often haunts [him suture?] But woulda sort of resents the present, but never stop to unwrap it Aw forget it, often said it, thought it, [cheddar sharp it?] Wheeling off, and turning hard, and off his head And heard it all said, life happens, busy making plans, a plan to catch it As cats can, but bet you'll miss it with the best hands Gripping for it, step back to check the [standards, yes for it?] And step back getting, so you're storm-weather walking or running But never catch it with the sun up above him Don't know why he never stop and got it, now he stop to jot it Gotta hold it like them dark spots in his vision, to stop the spotted [Chorus (x2):] [Interlude 2 (turntable scratching):] "And I'm letting you know"