On Time

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Work 9 to 5, live 5 to 9

What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Can’t stop the hussle, we on this grind

You be on time, I’ll be on time

We gettin stressed, we just unwind

You be on time for work, a little of it won’t hurt

But did you ever stop to think about what it’s worth

The money you be making is it equal to the value you’re creating

Or is their someone further down the line anticipating

And awaiting, perhaps manipulating

Or speculating upon where all the money will be raining

Picture the value of a painting, rising and falling

Selling or stalling, Patiently waiting

Some say it’s time for serious relegislating

Cause we try to compete when competition is eviscerating

Some were entertaining thoughts of a community cause how can we compete if we don’t have similar opportunities

And damn this world can be intimidating and breaking my mind and wasting my time and patience and though positions are vacant.

It seems all the means of production are concentrated, to those elevated by the paper once created so someone could take a product she made and she could trade it

But now it’s complicated. what do you do?

Does your money make your world go round, or do you?

If you’re tired of seeing days are wasted while you chasing paper, never elevated

But degraded, frustrated and manipulated by these overrated rich motherfuckers that recieved a gift and never made it, you’ve waited long enough to raise ya fist and try to wave it

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Work 9 to 5, live 5 to 9

What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Can’t stop the hussle, we on this grind

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Let’s misbehave, let’s just unwind

Yo listen I don’t mean to be funny

But some rappers make it rain and my vibe is more sunny

So you can keep you’re milk and honey

I’ve got something much sweeter to please my tummy

But back to business, some people let they money do the talking

The working and the walking. Commanding and extorting.

They wake up in the morning with more money than the day before

Excuse me but who’s that money really working for. It doesn’t feed the poor

It just accumulates. Get’s moved around bank accounts in other states for tax rates. But it does not create a product or a service it’s a worthless stack of paper or gold upon the surface of a planet

A plannet that’s been broken and stole from everyone and they sold it back to us so we working till we’re tired and old and bitter and cold and buried under a stone or put in a stove.

You be on time, I’ll be on time

Work 9 to 5, live 5 to 9

What’s yours is yours, what’s mine is mine

Can’t stop the hussle, we on this grind

They split us up by race, and try to keep us blind

But what took our jobs was white collar crime

So let’s misbehave. Let’s break the chains

let’s get real this time