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The Time Keeps Changing
Kevin Mambo, Adam Chanler-Berat, Kristen Sieh
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This little world
Can seem so big without anyone to love
My mother always says
To love
That a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
Oh, this little world
My mother always says
Can make you feel trapped
If we learn from the street
Inside a ball of glass
I can learn from the kids I meet
With no God above
And not be beat
And there's no escape
Here in Brooklyn people aren't uptight
And I won't grow up only having friends who are white
She says, "That's how I see it, that's how it is"
She says, "That's how I see it, that's how it is"
Oh, I don't know what that means
But she said she'd rather die than have me grow up in Queens
Now I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing on me
My mother always says, "Knock on every door
And if it's hard at first, just go and knock some more
'Cause all the changes that the world has known
Never happen if you act alone
Singing on your own"
Then she lets me put on a song
And sometimes we just sit there and sing along
California dreaming
California
My mother always says that the block will be
The beginning of a new society
She says that I'm gonna go to public school
So I don't become a privileged fool
She says, "That's a rule
At first it will be hard, but soon it'll be fulfilling"
The times they are a-changing
That's why she named me Dillon
I know there's an answer
You can make it if you try
She says if I listen, I can learn to fly
So I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
But the time keeps changing
The time keeps changing
That's how I see it, that's what I know
Sometimes you get the urge for going
Oh, babe, I hate to go
And if the dreams that we share don't go as planned
Then you'll find someone to share them
I hope you'll understand
My mother always says that a Brooklyn kid
Won't grow up with the hangups that she did
And dad paints upstairs, I eat breakfast alone
And she named me Dillon, and I'm a rolling stone
Until she comes home
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm trying to find the beat
I'm going to find the beat
Somehow