Broken Elevator

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just different

If you wake me I’ll still be sleep
The truth is I’m too deep
Trying to build a future with just stones
A long time ago I know I should have been gone
I heard a voice telling me to hold on
My arms are tired I’m about to slip
Still I’m trying to get a grip
I was pushed I did not trip
The floor is not wet I didn’t slip
Been to hell and back on an Amtrak
Eyes to the ceiling on my back
Watching GOOD TIMES
Do you remember that?
Every episode the Evan’s were held back
What was good about that?
James Evans had a lot of muscle
Florida was too religious to respect the hustle
JJ was the white man’s buffoon
Michael was on another level like Huey
A revolutionary rebel
Their sister Thelma thought it was her beauty
Look again girl it’s your booty
Their neighbor willona you know James was hitting that 
You didn’t know you mean you couldn’t see through that?
 

Temporary lay offs Good Times
Easy credit rip offs Good Times
Scratchin and surviving Good Times
Hangin in a chow line  Good Times
Ain’t we lucky we got em Good Times
 

Where the elevator is always broken
The black families were tokens
They ate a lot of oatmeal
Couldn’t seem to make ends meet to pay their bills
Trying hard to get up the hill
 

Like a broken elevator
Stuck on the ground floor
Can’t get up to the top floor
Now What so good and lucky about that?