Текст песни TARSHA VEGA - Time

This is for the class of 2001
New York to London be like under the gun
U learn the dic-tion
Respect ta Big Pun
But ya teachers leave ya up the creek like u was Dawson
Now I remember four Septembers in the boogiedown
But shit remain the same in like any town
Each semester every test
I wonder when would it end
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And no I'd never go thru it again

Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years (and)
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears

I useta hate teachers callin' my name in attendance
Academic menaces mental anesthetics for credits
when the bullshit we'd be learnin' wasn't comin' too fast
There wuz always one teacher who was peepin' the flesh
Eyes be all up on my chest
Yo keep yo eyes on my test
That's ill yo - I call u Mr. (grubby grubby) (acappella)
Rock the toupee that's called the ruggy ruggy

Time don't change the way I feel
Doesn't mean that I been holdin' back the years and
Time's got so much to reveal
No time to wonder
Why we crumble in our fears

In my locker had pictures of my cousins & my moms
Didn't know nuthin' bout computers
Now I gots my dot.coms
In a bizness where the rats've got control of the race
I keeps my eyes on my papes
I useta never use the breaks
Like autographs up in the yearbook w/ the old cliches - hey yo
Keep in touch this summer
Yo the call never came
ya things'll be the same'
C'mon they never be the same
Now we all up in the highway goin' separate ways

(bridge)

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