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  1. It's Our Time

From the recording It's Our Time

Written by: Jen Simpson
Lyrics by: Jen Simpson
Produced by: Rob Sanzo & Matt Glover
Mixed & Mastered by: Rob Sanzo
Recorded at: Bill's Place

Lyrics

IT'S OUR TIME

Take a seat, let me get my pen.
Let me take a shot at this shit again.
I need nothing now, only needed it then.
Lady Lazarus, I’m back again.
Air tight. Don’t sink, just swim.
Back on the attack like a hurricane.
Lost it all, but I keep trying.
Poisoned by a mind so sick, I ain’t lying.
He be like crime sprees. I can’t complain,
Even now I know you caused my pain.
But I apologize, I’m staying alive.
Quick like silver, I’m on the upswing and I,
Fought to get on this stage again.
Now I don’t bust rhymes, I fucking murder them.

Light a match and watch it burn.
Oh oh, it’s too dark.
Running faster, like we’re out of time.
But oh oh, it’s our time.

Some classic words from my favourite seasoning.
Ladies what’s my weakness? Men. That’s right.
So let me take a minute just to talk to them,
Of how the crimes of the times attack the feminine.
Times up. The world’s in flames.
Time to learn the rules of a whole new game.
Cause living in the past will make you go insane.
Fuck your witch hunts and politicians.
And I, don’t mean you, or even you,
I mean the wife beater, swastika tattooed.
Try to shoot us down and we come back stronger.
You’re baby was an asshole Nancy Sinatra. Bang. Bang.
This future ain’t charted.
Stick around, we’re just getting started.

Light a match and watch it burn.
Oh oh, it’s too dark.
Running faster, like we’re out of time.
But oh oh, it’s our time.

For all we know this is all the chance we’ll get.
Now we all know it is not okay anymore.
Now we know it’s time.
Now we know it’s our time.

I spit rhymes til I’m tongue tied.
Speaking in tongues, read between the lines.
Went out at high tide.
Lived a still life like suicide.
When my brain blew out my pilot light.
I could have died, but lived through the night.
Saw a life both heaven and hell, I can tell you
Not to buy the shit that they’re gonna sell you.
Some days, still feels like I’m choking,
So I write rhymes so dope you can smoke em and get
High on you mind, ideas thought provoking:
Stand up for yourself, shape up. Be outspoken.
Live out loud, disrupt the paradigm.
Cause we only have now, and now it’s our time.

Light a match and watch it burn.
Oh oh, it’s too dark.
Running faster, like we’re out of time.
But oh oh, it’s our time.