What time is it... and why does the illusion of it weigh so heavy on my mind, so sublime and unkind as it unwinds? The point is that African people have been treating this man made construct as if they don't give a f**k. As the world turns in time, on time, ahead of time and out of time, we are still behind time when it comes to our time. Everybody has their own time frame for their rise, their surprise, everything but their own demise. Time is like that rat tat tat tum, while we move with time but to the beat of someone else's drum. We been dancing to someone else's time for so long that we done forgot that it was we who created it. Go on, ask another...better yet, your sister or brother... what time is it? You'll get every answer under the sun... time to party, time to love, time to work... but of all the answers under the sun, you'll grow old waiting for the one... The one that says it's African time. Black people got so much time but no time at all for the future. Time to be pretty and fine, but none to expand the mind. Time to laugh, cry and die, but none for his own reflection and none to question why. Tick tock, tick tock, can you hear the rhythm, the rhyme, the man made illusion of this thing called time? Time is killing us while we're killing time... not using it but often abusing it, as it finds us like sleepy hollow with thoughts so shallow that it would blow an idiots mind...why so? Cause even idiots know their own kind. In light of all of this which none can deny, we have time to do for everybody but ourselves as I once again wonder why? Though skies be cloudy, dark or even sunny, time has more value than anything, even money. It's something we have that we often waste, when time calls out for us to make haste... to live and to taste, the fruits of it, as only it can afford us the ability to shape it... to hold it, to engulf and mold it, to manifest us as a team, to manifest reality instead of a dream... to rise and be the best, on the verge of being called supreme. Time...I love it as we all should... for it is time that allows us to do good, to come from the shadows... to be that black light... the light that all have been seeking. I'm talking about us African people... that light, that glow, that ever shining beacon... as we once more shine... shine, all because we will have mastered time.