Time (What Is It?) Songtext
von Mr. SOS

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 and 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 when they 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've 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 swoops 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 like 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 who was born prematurely
Tis the season to worry
Like always

For no reason
Cause everything 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 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

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

Trust it
Judges among us
Even brothers who lie to survive
Look inside for the right balance
And you might manage...