Lyrics Everythang Workin On a Natural Time - Cities Aviv

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,
The whole - 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,
Instead 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, fuck with me not
Slumped over in the passenger 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, niggas 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 glass, there was specs in my blood
The respect that you passing on me, nothing to hide
Saw you niggas coming cozy now that numbers is up
I'm all for the rut, really I ain't fucking 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 niggas asking for hugs
You disgust me, like all the niggas I run with
The curtains gets clenched like the fist on a 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, nigga, that's the time we on
Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on
Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on
Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on
Love me for me, nigga, that's the time we on