NO MORE WAITING
NO MORE WAITING
Kai Rex Klok
[INTRO — LOW / BARE]
They told us, “soon.”
Soon got old.
They told us, “wait.”
Wait got sold.
I looked at my hands.
Still mine.
Looked at the clock.
My time.
[HOOK]
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE IF I GOT BREATH IN MY CHEST I GOT WORK AT THE DOOR
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE AIN’T ASKIN’ WHAT I’M ALLOWED I PUT MY NAME ON THE THING AND I’M SAYIN’ IT LOUD
I MADE THIS. I STOOD HERE. I KNOW WHAT IT COST.
IF YOU WANT YOUR LIFE BACK—
PICK IT UP. IT AIN’T LOST.
[VERSE 1]
Everybody tired.
You can see it in the eyes.
Whole world selling tomorrow while today gets priced.
Work all week.
Still short.
Do it right.
Still wait.
Everybody got a password.
Nobody got a gate.
They say—
Hold on.
Be patient.
Your turn is coming soon.
Funny how “soon” gets longer when somebody owns the room.
So I quit knockin’.
Built mine.
Quit asking.
Signed mine.
Quit waiting for the future to come down and find mine.
I got scars in the source.
Got dirt in the grain.
Got nights nobody saw.
Got receipts for the pain.
And I don’t need a stranger to tell me what I made.
I was there when it was nothing.
I remember every day.
[PRE-HOOK]
That’s mine.
Say it clean.
That’s mine.
Know what I mean?
Not the world.
Not your soul.
The work from your hands.
The life that you lived.
The ground where you stand.
[HOOK]
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE IF I GOT BREATH IN MY CHEST I GOT WORK AT THE DOOR
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE AIN’T ASKIN’ WHAT I’M ALLOWED I PUT MY NAME ON THE THING AND I’M SAYIN’ IT LOUD
I MADE THIS. I STOOD HERE. I KNOW WHAT IT COST.
IF YOU WANT YOUR LIFE BACK—
PICK IT UP. IT AIN’T LOST.
[VERSE 2 — DRUMS OPEN]
Mama kept the pictures.
Daddy kept the tools.
Granddad wrote his name inside a book they never knew.
Everybody leaves something.
Most of it gets stripped.
Put inside somebody’s system.
Then the system gets switched.
New terms.
New owner.
New login.
New rules.
New machine telling people what belongs to who.
Nah.
Bring mine with me.
Story and the scar.
Let the machine come and go.
I know who we are.
I want the thing with its history.
The song with the room.
The seed with the hands that put the life in the bloom.
I want children knowing clearly:
Somebody stood here.
Somebody made something beautiful.
Somebody gave a damn here.
[BREAK — EVERYTHING DROPS]
Maybe that’s what we forgot.
Not how to make.
How to care.
Not how to work.
How to stand behind the work.
Not how to speak.
How to put your name beside the thing and mean it.
[BUILD]
So build your table.
Write your page.
Plant your garden.
Set your stage.
Make your record.
Raise your kid.
Fix the thing they said was fixed.
Learn the craft.
Know the grain.
Keep the proof.
Keep your name.
Take the hit.
Make it real.
Make something a human being can feel.
[CHANT]
NO MORE WAITING.
RIGHT NOW.
NO MORE SOMEDAY.
RIGHT NOW.
WHO GAVE PERMISSION?
DON’T NEED IT.
WHO OWNS THE WORK?
WE KEEP IT.
WHO KNOWS THE COST?
WE DO.
WHO CARRIES IT?
WE DO.
WHEN DO WE START?
…
WE ALREADY DID.
[FINAL HOOK — HUGE]
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE GOT A HEART FULL OF FIRE AND MY HANDS ON THE OAR
I AIN’T WAITIN’ NO MORE LET THE OLD DOOR CLOSE WE BEEN BEGGING FOR A SEAT—
BUILD A TABLE OF OUR OWN.
I MADE THIS.
KEEP YOUR NAME.
I LIVED THIS.
KEEP YOUR NAME.
I LOVE THIS.
KEEP YOUR NAME.
I BLED HERE.
KEEP YOUR NAME.
AND IF THE WHOLE DAMN MACHINE GOES DARK TONIGHT—
LET IT.
MORNING STILL COMES.
YOUR HANDS STILL WORK.
YOUR PEOPLE STILL KNOW YOU.
THE SUN DOESN’T NEED A SERVER TO KNOW WHEN TO RISE.
[OUTRO — ONE VOICE / NO DRUMS]
So when they ask what we were waiting for—
tell ’em:
Nothing.
Not anymore.
Five…
two…
three…
six…
Breathe.
Then make something worth carrying home.