onmytime. (intro) Lyrics

Him soon!

"Is there anyone here who feels that man is not basically lazy or that people are not basically lazy?

I haven't had no rosy life. And I don't think, uh, there're very few in here that have had a real rosy life. And like I,"

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"about the point that I agreed that uh basically that man is mostly lazy. Now, uh, I was motivated by who I see! To come and better myself, to uh, in other words I see"

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"other people with good jobs, good houses, yknow, or nice things I say to myself well now, why can't I get offa my lazy behind and uh, get some of these things.

Colored kids have no image!"

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"All our images are white. There's no ambition! Who can we say that was great

There's, a-a lot of the negros complain about "we never had, that our grandchildren, the negro has been discriminated against 100 percent, yeah! Granted that."

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"But not only negros! Not only the negro! Look how many jews, look how many Jews people were burned and ma- and thousands! But yet these people didn't let it stop them! They wanted something! They weren't- that's right! So why can't the negro do this?

Stop being lazy."

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"Stop waiting for someone to hand something out to you.

These men aren't lazy, they were just beaten down so that they didn't believe they could get up!"

But I'll be him soon!

Need box of the luck for a hint of the pay

Just got 2 cups, 3 straws, 2 bucks,

Ambition and grace

Gon stock food once the opulence comes

It's an instant buffet

Cuz my spoon wants the sauce, no crumbs

They been ditched from the plate

I detest this snip of life, turn it off

And pass the remote

Season 6 "Fixed my plight", heard talks

That it's after "The Mopes"

Reflecting on my time curbs a loss

Cram that in the trunk

Steam engine how my drive exhausts

When the task isn't funded

But it's a globe out there, can't just stay home,

Go to my campus, and groan at slave job

Erupt since I hold power, amped to change roads

Holding my pamphlet close, I'll sway right

I know that I can't trip, but end the strain though

Controlling my tantrum, soul plain now

Emote when I'm frantic, but problems increase

And sulking gets nan clicks when following dreams

Results in less metrics, less outfits and the green's now thin

Its ultimate damage, I'm nappa, industry's kaioken

Takes war to rest, house big with towel on feet

My quarters best vouch with the vowels in speech

The words impress outskirts so how could you say no

Though when I'm amped to show, the pay slighted

Hurts to get doubted, I vow I'll change yo

Vote with my anthem "Poems Will Save Climate"

Reflecting on my time curbs a loss

Cram that in the trunk

Steam engine how my drive exhausts

When the task isn't funded