Father Time

What's the price of a planet covered in nature?
Before we figured out how to turn planet to paper
I'll tell you. It's free as a mind thinking of answers
Til a small collective decided to be a cancer
Putting in the work like pick axes striking a pebble
The level of importance in pigment heating my kettle up
Eyes roll like a ball bowling they scolding us
Ready to strike when the irons hot like we hold a grudge
All we get is a hand pat on the shoulder love
And i get back to pretending like I don't know enough
And you go back to your sun tanning and country clubs
Covering skin with a white cloak and a pointy hood
I'm tired of building my foundation until a blood
Relative say that I'll waste away like a Christian hug
Every step is a chance of making it out the mud
But every slate ain't a clean paper the judge trust

Oooo working up a fire
I ya ya ya
(It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy)
Oooo working up a fire
I ya ya ya
(It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy)
My mama always told me white folks
Show they ass when shit get real
I’m not gon’ run around this back yard
While them coals is on the grill
You're working up a fire

Don't wanna struggle? alright then bust these doubles
Would tell you to buy a brick but that ain't my hustle
Strengthen your muscle brain cells streets like a jungle
Get out your comfort in zone vision on tunnel
Going for goal check em off ignore these hoes
Bending and pose camera shutters thinking they vogue
Temperature cold heartbeat for money and clothes
Fancy the pole rump shaking trying to get chose
Don't be the one be the one of one under the sun
Conjuring funds up for raining days and son
Pain weighs a ton but I'm god body I took it as level up
Gained a footing and burn lanes running
A trailblazer inking the page up kicking the
Flavor in your ear cause that's major
Nigga we’re greater than the shade they wanna be sprayed in
We need to own the ships we made they’re selling

Oooo working up a fire
I ya ya ya
(It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy)
Oooo working up a fire
I ya ya ya
(It's getting it's getting it's getting kinda heavy)
My mama always told me white folks
Show they ass when shit get real
I’m not gon’ run around this back yard
While them coals is on the grill
You're working up a fire