Time (What Is It?) - CunninLynguists

«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

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-»

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