Sunday

May 21, 1989 around 7pm as the sun was going down

Middle of the Cliff a block party at Kiest Park

Whole city there cause Big Al was on the sound

 

Joints go around everybody chase the vapors

Then he got a 911 on his pager

Granny on the phone like, “where you at ****?!

Your sun being born rush to the hospital”

Packed the sound up and the whole crew came

All the way to Parkland just so they could meet the King

God emcee is what’s flowing through his veins

Born on the throne so they gave him the name

R-A-K-I-M Al-ja- double B double A, R

You know who you are

Laid this foundation for you to take it far

35 years later here we are

The only thing that’s coming in between me and my way

Me and my dreams is all these superficial things that we be chasing

Ain’t got no patience

Ain’t got no purpose, just be wasting away

Gotta wake up like a Sunday

Gotta wake up maybe one day

Gotta wake up like a Sunday

Gotta wake up maybe one day

It was all a scheme

This ain’t no fictionary rap dream

Stack cream

Flow sick

Too mean for the vaccine

Taxing

Any emcee against me is attracting

Death

Venom in my breath

Your lifeline is flattening

Flat screens

Show me every corner of the Family

Codeine under candy

Chopper sing like Brandy

Low key in a Camry

Trying to stretch my rubber band and

Pitch all of this product from my cabinet

On my Ave ain’t nothing average

I’m a savage for the cabbage

Meaning how I’m eating

Similar to vegan

Til my safe is egregious

And my rank is prestigious

Stay away from leeches

And phony non-believers

They hated on Jesus

The envy come natural when they see us

Still the game need us

Like humans need trees

Snakes rats and bumble bees

My raps is humbling

Ooo ooo ahh ahh

Wake up like it's Sunday

Wake up maybe one day

Wake up like it's Sunday

Wake up wake up

Wake up wake up