7:30
    (专辑: The Beautiful Mix CD - 2004)
    
    [Intro Res:]  It's 7: 30, 'bout to be that time  And if you miss the 
word, don't be afraid to press rewind  But if you got to open your eyes to see the 
truth  Then maybe this one ain't for you  It's 7: 30, 'bout to be that time  And if you miss the 
word, don't be afraid to press rewind  But if you got to open your eyes to see the 
truth  Then maybe this one ain't for you   [Verse 1 
Talib Kweli:]  Every night at 7: 30  Men get dirty, yo I 
yelled so loud the 
Heavens heard me  The 
information that I 
drop's so hot, it's newsworthy  Cops is asking me who told me, I 
said a 
little birdy  Dirty listen, the 
way the 
sunset glistens is so pretty  Casting a 
shadow on the 
grave of those who die early  Tryna get it and they got it, how could it not disturb me  Make your eyes pop out your head like you were Mr. Furley  It gets crazy   [Hook Res:]  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time   [Verse 2 
Talib Kweli:]  Now let me run it down about this kid we call Coolie  We called him Coolie cause his hair was curly, unruly  Young mothafucka, 14, is Ghanian  Parents moved to Flatbush in the 
70s, tryna get it  On 38th between J 
and K 
 White Jewish neighborhood so they thought that they was safe  Until something happened that we call gentrification  That's when the 
niggas move in and crackers start escaping  It's hard as racists slanging adjacent to the 
police station  When crack came out the 
junkies thought they were just freebasing  They made the 
nigga Coolie rich, running with Roger Macon  VanDevere, VIP niggas, from with them Haitians  One day in the 
train station  Seen the 
main Haitian nigga waiting for the 2 
at Franklin  Knew what he had to do to prove himself, no hesitating  Had a.38 and caught the 5 
express to Atlantic Avenue  Waited for the 
local and blast through like his attitude was gangsta  Dropped the 
gun, tried to make a 
break for the 
park  Cops hopped out the 
unmarked car, put the 
Glock in his face  Got locked upstate, it's the 
wrong place to be in  Thugging for the 
crew and them niggas never came to see him  Came out when he was 30, perspective different now  Hate to see kids getting in the 
game while he was getting out  Before he got to his mama's crib he saw the 
Haitian with the 
same.38  And thought he murked the 
nigga, guess he was mistaken   [Hook Res:]  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time   [Verse 3 
Talib Kweli:]  The 
streets talk to the 
beat that I 
walk  I 
write rhymes in chalk outlines  And toss out lines with bait to catch wind of the 
word on the 
block  Shit happens so fast, I 
felt the 
breeze like a 
gun blast  And a 
bullet been shot  Past my ear, it's sad to hear the 
same shit year after year  My mama crying tear after tear, the 
hereafter is here and now  You waiting for your Heaven to appear in a 
cloud  So you steady tryna get high while Hell is staring you down  Police staring you down, silence is deadly but your spirit is loud  Your niggas die, you pouring beer on the 
ground  Standing around, talking that Apocalypse shit the 
Apostles predict  Locked up tomorrow, quick to swallow a 
dick  Hollering "Bitch" to the 
chick who raising your seed  You don't acknowledge the 
kid  Think you got knowledge, nigga your knowledge is tricked  You're following myths  Niggas like to ease the 
pain with a 
bottle and a 
spliff  'Til the 
truth explode in their chest like a 
hollow tip, word   [Hook Res:]  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time  Sometimes life's like a 
drug  Tripping me out and fucking me up  Making me what I 
want to be  And don't at the 
same time