Letting Life Pass By Qwel & Maker

[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 shit 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 pass by
Staring at the clock, letting life pass by
Blazed a lot of smoke, letting life pass by
Life pass by, letting life pass by

[Interlude 1 (turntable scratching):]
"And I'm letting you know"