Waiting on the time,
That's never coming like a priest,
I'm in need of a dime,
I feel so deceased.

For I need a dollar,
A dollar is what I need,
For I have this collar,
Around my neck and I can't do no deeds.

Someone take this lock off me,
For it's time to take the truth,
Yes the truth you see,
To the young naive youth.

Now the time has come for me to say,
My thoughts and rhymes will triumph one day.