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EVERYTHANG WORKIN ON A NATURAL TIME
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I, I would say even more, uh, shockingly, African-American music is somehow allowing its distance to slip away from them. I mean, yeah, it used to be when I was a kid, everybody in the neighborhood was somehow into this music. They all knew who Miles was, they all knew something about Charlie Parker or J.J. Johnson, well today, we're into another era, young people are rapping...hip-hop. I've got nothing against that, it's just that there's a reason for that, partly, it's economic. When I was a kid you could buy a saxophone for $500 and today it costs a person $5000 to buy a saxophone, so quitе naturally, young kids, the young culture of today are rapping, instеad of blowing their horns or playing pianos or some other instrument, because the possibility of acquiring those instruments, acquiring music lessons, has become much more remote I need the whips with the dun The truck got a rifle hanging off it like a keychain, f**k with me not Slumped over in the pa**enger seat, we getting spiritual Phone home, you not from these parts Down south, we was moving on a time that was natural Militants on stage, they rocking bald fades Shawty bad, yeah she gonna let that thing hang Use caution, n***as gunning at close range Stand on it, write a plan on it, 49 times a day, fell for it The sound from the speaker got the whole block coming out Tech shift to a sickening thud Double specs in my gla**, there was specs in my blood The respect that you pa**ing on me, nothing to hide Saw you n***as coming cozy now that numbers is up I'm all for the rut, really I ain't f**king with bruh Saw your teeth, get 'em punched The cells start to rust to reflect what is up The heart just blush, we expected a dub Run back time, we invested in love Sweetness, will you ever heal from the hurt? I don't entertain 'em like n***as asking for hugs You disgust me, like all the n***as I run with The curtains gets clenched like the fist on an hair pick Done and done, the unsung one, dawn to dust Gotta crate full of bones from the ties we cut Love me for me, n***a, that's the time we on Love me for me, n***a, that's the time we on Love me for me, n***a, that's the time we on Love me for me, n***a, that's the time we on Love me for me, n***a, that's the time we on
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