Time Is Precious
Workboots laced up nametag zachary
Another night shift headed to the factory
He didnt like it he did it for his family
He didnt see them much though such a tragedy
He slept days but barely cause the kids played
The weeks kept passing and his hair greyed
A catch 22 tug of war in his brain
The day came to retire and he got a watch
how ironic cause most of his time was lost
He stared at watching the second hand tick...
And then it hit right in the chest like a bucket of bricks
He muttered under his breath and left
and thats the last time they saw zack
He died in a car crash
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
When she was a toddler
Her only problem was day dreaming a little too often
Her and her brother grew and they blossomed
And in the distance she saw what she wanted
The thing that would make her feel so accomplished
She shared a dream with her mom but she squashed it
Go to school and become an orthodontist
You need a steady job maybe in an office
Dont be a dreamer her mom made her promise
She was dying as she cried in her closet
The little hope that she had well she lost it
And as a teen she was taught just to process
What she was told not any of the nonsense
But that stopped on the day that she walked in
To the arena to see the big concert
Her dream came back to become a popstar
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
A dream formed in him when he was fourteen
Looking at the stars through the door screen
Of his apartment complex in evergreen
And states he was on the stage at seventeen
At least his body was
Full of booze and drugs
He sought a mic needed liquor though to pick it up
And when he spit it was hateful wicked stuff
Cause if it wasnt everybody would just rip him up
The negativity attracted more hate
Mentally and physically he fell in a poor state
His inner wounds were covered by more wounds
Many said he wouldnt make it and the doubt loomed
So He set mic down for a couple years
Then he made a come back and started to rap again
It was me im glad i didnt pack it in
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
Another night shift headed to the factory
He didnt like it he did it for his family
He didnt see them much though such a tragedy
He slept days but barely cause the kids played
The weeks kept passing and his hair greyed
A catch 22 tug of war in his brain
The day came to retire and he got a watch
how ironic cause most of his time was lost
He stared at watching the second hand tick...
And then it hit right in the chest like a bucket of bricks
He muttered under his breath and left
and thats the last time they saw zack
He died in a car crash
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
When she was a toddler
Her only problem was day dreaming a little too often
Her and her brother grew and they blossomed
And in the distance she saw what she wanted
The thing that would make her feel so accomplished
She shared a dream with her mom but she squashed it
Go to school and become an orthodontist
You need a steady job maybe in an office
Dont be a dreamer her mom made her promise
She was dying as she cried in her closet
The little hope that she had well she lost it
And as a teen she was taught just to process
What she was told not any of the nonsense
But that stopped on the day that she walked in
To the arena to see the big concert
Her dream came back to become a popstar
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
A dream formed in him when he was fourteen
Looking at the stars through the door screen
Of his apartment complex in evergreen
And states he was on the stage at seventeen
At least his body was
Full of booze and drugs
He sought a mic needed liquor though to pick it up
And when he spit it was hateful wicked stuff
Cause if it wasnt everybody would just rip him up
The negativity attracted more hate
Mentally and physically he fell in a poor state
His inner wounds were covered by more wounds
Many said he wouldnt make it and the doubt loomed
So He set mic down for a couple years
Then he made a come back and started to rap again
It was me im glad i didnt pack it in
Time is precious so i wont let it go
I know this is my time
I will not. i will not. i will not let my dream die
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Writer(s): Curtis Adams
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