Time Is Now (Hold Yuh) Original Rap/Song - Reggae by ntsipori

I wrote this rap on a bus one day while riding around the streets of Israel. It's basically about how I feel about my life and things that I've been through. I never really thought of actually rapping my lyrics, but I found the instrumental to Gyptian's Hold Yuh and it managed to just fit. I would love to hear feedback - so feel free!!! ENJOY :)

Lyrics (Copyright © 2011 Natale Tsipori)

The Time Is Now -- Hold Yuh Cover

{Chorus}
Boy I wanna hold ya
Put me arms right around ya
Boy you give me the tightest hold 
I'm ever gonna get in my life

Boy I just wanna squeeze ya 
Put me arms right around ya
Boy -- just give me the tightest hold
I'm ever gonna get in my life

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I've been there
Down on the ground
Without sound
But I found
Something profound
It aint round
Shit's fucking sharp
Stabbed my heart
But inspired my art
It taught me how to live
back from the start.
Where you got to pay to get out of jail
It aint free
It's not you, but it's me
I'm as fucked up as can be

That cigarette hole
Needs to be filled
With a thrill
Shit's gotta be the real fucking deal.
Cause the last straw's - about to be drawn
And I'm done
With all that shit I once called fun

{Chorus}

My burning nose 
Talked to my brain
Said "You aint sane - 
You're fucking lame -
Tryna cover up the fact
That our poor heart's in pain"

"But of course" - I said
As I watered my head
Drank till the lights burnt out
I felt alive, but I was dead
Colors shot, but only black and white bled.

{Chorus}

And instead
Of searching for my ultimate desire
Swallowed the guilt,
Took another hit and got higher. 
Enhanced the fire
Continued feeding my circuit
Until it sparked the wire.
It's about time, the fucking clock's getting tired.

Life's like a book in this room (room room room)
Rip out the pages like you should 
But when you hit the rock, you're forced to talk
And find your way back on the road

{Chorus}

I keep talking shit - like I said
My place was my bed, on the cold harsh floor
Only difference is now
That shit aint of a bull no more.
Scooped up the bad, put it in a fucking bag, 
Kissed it goodbye and slammed the hospital door.

And I'm older and wiser somehow
Scribble down my lyrics cause
The time is now.