Lifetime (feat. Zachary Durham & Mrs. Wise) Video (MV)

Let me get the Illmatic
Waves with the clean sides
If this was '94, I'd be Nas
If this was '94, y'all would be Pras
I'm CHRIS WI$E
The bonafide blackified griot
Wake up in the morning
I'm giving thanks to the G-O
For giving me the knowledge to acknowledge
And to polish all the garbage that was f***g up my wallet
I made a couple dollars and I spent 'em in a hurry
Used Penny IVs and a couple McFlurry's
Pause for the cause
I was living on the floor
Motivated by Shakur and the hunger for more
For myself and my people
The future is see-through
Create it in moments when chilling with people you love
Love, life, peace, and having fun
Put down the guns and grab some buns
Pull your pants up and be a man for once
One, one

In my lifetime
In my lifetime
In my lifetime
In my life, In my life, In my lifetime

"Yo, WI$E, what's on today's agenda?"
Chicken acquisition making millions out the blender
Life full of splendor
But I gave her cane raw
Sipping my coffee Black as Marc Garvey
The boulevard of Empire where it all started
Cruising up Nostrand
Pedal to the ocean
Dreams of a phat crib
Shows with promotion
Pull up at my alma mater
Drop a lecture, drop an album
Let's call it The Blackest Power
Let's go to Iraq and shower healing on the people who need it
I pray one day we free the world from militaristic demons
Until that day just trust the journey
Never stop believing

In my lifetime
In my lifetime
In my lifetime
In my life, In my life, In my lifetime

I think I finally found my purpose, momma
Tired of being worthless, momma
There's gotta be more than work and drama
And so much pain

I know I finally found my purpose, momma
Tired of being worthless, momma
There's gotta be more than work and drama
And so much pain

Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime
Lifetime

Triumph over tragedy
Clients keep harassing me
Pursuing all my passions make my life the freshest masterpiece
The seven is eternal if I ever perish naturally
Mentorship the vital key
Just watch who coming after me
Loop the beat again
Let my pen bleed sin
Who said 82-0 was impossible
I'm feeling like Static Shock after two plates of that Rasta Pasta
Who knew a chubby sheltered kid would grow up to inspire mobsters
Ask me why I do it
Told em "For la raza!"
I heard his life was like a Mayan ruin
Now I'm covered in gems and rubies like tombs of Egyptian rulers
Like who does he listen to
Man his tutors is too elusive
But it ain't about them dog
I am relentless with this penmanship just like Ms. Radix taught me
Brooklyn on the rise constructing whole new categories
This ain't conscious, nah it ain't alternative
I'm just a 23 year old who finally learned he was rich
Invested all my chips
I finally learned how to flip