Some of us grow up
Others grow sideways.
I'm beside my youth
Convicted in its truths
And sentenced to its dreams
Even if they're snoozed from time
To time.
It's time.
It's time.
It's time that I fear
Because it can take our lives
And suspend our freedom
But it's time.
It's time.
It's time I don't have
And can't buy
No matter how much time I spend
Working.
It's time.
It's time.
It's time I was heard,
No longer part of the herd,
No longer stuck in my head
No longer stuck and fed up.
It's time.
It's time.
It's time we spoke up
Stopped being woke and woke up
Coz I'm daymaring a world
Where facts fall victim to factions
And I lose my patience with time.
If time is money,
They owe time and a half to me.
But it's time. It's time.
It's time.
It's never the time to go,
I'm not feeling time, but I feel the time flow.
If you ain't got the time, what time it is you don't know.
Just not time to go
But we all know what time it is.
It's our time.
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