Tick tick
Goes the clock
Even when it goes tock
It does not stop
Just goes around
5 o’clock
6 o’clock
Then it’s seven
Man, I hope we make it to heaven
Cause I am tired of punching the clock
Working every day
Just hoping to buy stock
Make investments
Buy my loved ones presents
A nice home
No matter what though
There is no where to go
Where I can escape the hands of time
All I can control
Is what is mine
That is me
So
I need not worry about the clock on the wall
Or which woman to call
Where to go
Or what to do
Because I put faith in me
With the help of Lord Everything
With insight
And revelation
That time
Is not mine
It is theirs
So worry not about when I arrive
In that place
Cause I do so by God’s grace
It is their plan
Not mine
But I was indeed a contributor
I sat at the table
Gave my input
When all the decisions were made
When we decided how I would be paid
I ask the lord again
This time how many days?
It’s up to you
To choose what you do
Just sign on the line
I’ll keep track of the time
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