Make A Way or Waste Away

(samples “As I Lay Me Down” by Sophie B. Hawkins)

[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

I will wake up happy