Time

"Time ... Time ... What is it?" [Hook] "Time ..." People wait for it others hate all of it and many waste all of it Time. I need to know, "what is it" And when it's yours what will you do? "Time ..." Don't lose track of it Let it pass you, kid Or you'll find out what's after it "Time." I need to know "what is it" Cause mine might be long overdue [Verse 1] Spare a minute of your time to sit and listen to a rhyme About decisions in your life that you choose There's this kid, they call him Byron and he misplaces his lighter And his bills are past due so he's screwed No ambition left to find, he sleeps until it's five Feeds his body mad brew and fast food Gets back too late to say hi to dad, so one day father gets mad And tells him what to do, he's gotta move Now he's confused, walking down the street without any shoes And he's starting to look more skinny too What more can he do? He's clueless, begging quarters for food But he's content cause that's all he's gotta do, what a fool He should have kept better track of minutes and dollars he used Then he could probably do whatever he wanted to But he acts like he's trapped right where he is and he can't fight Destined to live a bad life, but do you believe that? Cause many don't, including his dad Who finds him in the back of a restaurant rooting through trash He scoops him up fast and shoots him back to the pad for brunch Prefaces his lesson with, "I'll only tell you once What I'm gonna tell you now. Don't no one around Give a fuck about your luck they just don't want you in their town Time waits for no man." Byron replied then "That might be true but every man woman and child waits for-" [Hook] [Verse 2] Second story's about an attorney who's on a journey To feed his wife and child that was born prematurely Tis the season to worry like always For no reason cause everything due is all paid But can't let a song play without some interjection Becoming restless when they're running late and had nothing for breakfast An hour late to meet the parents the mother could no longer remain calm But just who do you place the blame on? The same song reloops and they never stop and listen Feeling like each day doesn't have enough hours in it But at any given they're dealing with million dollar digits If that's how I was living do you think I would complain? No But back to the show with me A rough day at court quickly turned to getting more tipsy than Nicole Richie Rolling swiftly after boozing and cruising on purpose Ended with the Sheriff asking "Do you have proof of insurance?" The answer was yes, but then he breathed a flammable breath And the officer saw his new passenger sweat ... "What happens next?" Wait. Look at his license. His name is Byron Looks like he took some advice and didn't like it And would almost rather be back with no food on the street Now look and see cause Byron lives in both you and me Trusted judges among us, even brothers who lie To survive look inside for the right balance, and you might manage