[Verse 1] You can waste away or create a space some way I do the latter ‘cause it’s safer and conservation We all seem to need to work for the man But what do you do when you’re home again? You see, the issue at hand is your very life Don’t see it? This is your hand, this your way to write As I lay me down to sleep, The Power’s with me As I lay down the speech because I gotta emcee The passion, most pass on it while I grasp on it God’s optimistic, all life can grab on it, fondness Are you happy? The path for you is the path to do this And that’s where you find true happiness Before I used to please you, now I please me It doesn’t lead me astray way from the land of bliss So because of that, when I go to bed and get some rest…
I will wake up happy
[Verse 2] Thank You for this blessed moment and the one before it Through You I do all things like grace a microphone, it’s Truly awe-inspiring how my jaw is firing But all credit goes to God’s positive assignment Few care about good art work these days That’s cool, centuries on, I’ll get all the accolades and praise I’m the last man alive, but I’m having fun I guess I’m playing with my magic thumb It’s in fashion to be bad, whereas if you are good, you’re an outcast for good, it’s dumb To get by, I just laugh at these n’s Try to figure out the swear word that he just meant People are nothing or bad, straight facts I’ll let them play on the train tracks They decay while I rack my brain to make great tracks She’s got a great rack, but her brain’s wack, but still…
I will wake up happy
[Verse 3] The less you’re like them the better, they’re all nothing If you disagree, you certainly are one of them I used to think I needed friends to a decent end Under the circumstances, God provides me everything I need and more Mi Amor What are mores but some needless chores paid? Nature’s endowed me already with a peaceful chord to play De-programming is constant because the wrongs abound us all around us Don’t hold onto what they foisted on ya You’re blessed with the gift to think for yourself With some many choices of things to pick for yourself Life is not a one-size-fits-all Sometimes, no, all the time, your right size is a different one Either make you or let them make you Either make lemonade or let the lemon wait for you, only to shake loose so the soil will make juice Either make hay or let big brother degrade you Either way, I know what I’m gonna do because
