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I wake up in the morning.

It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.

I get up out my sheets

trying to scavenge something to eat

then I gotta brush my teeth.

since i ain't in a rush

I wait for the bus

yet the next thing you know it I'm being told to hush.

this world doomed by rules.

I trying to hang with the cool kids

but they looking at me like one of those fool kids.

minute by minute I gotta write up a sentence.

It's the eveyday life of trying to build up a dream.

I'm siting here right now because Martin Luther King.

so I gotta to get on my grind

so I can wake up with shine.

That's cars, That's clothes, That's my name falling like snow so...

I wake up in the morning.

It's six o'clock and I'm yourning.

This same life is getting boring.

Can I just wake up to my dreams

That ain't nothing but one thing.

 

 

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