Lyrics

[Verse 1] Running out of time, we running out of time Pastor say we need some saving 'fore we out of time They assassinated our minds and celebrate the life It continues, the babies need tools to survive with And build a better humanity, not this living all lavishly in our Birk' bag fantasies Want enough for a hut in Havana where they as tan as me Terracotta walls and private quarters for my mama, nah Nothing fancy at all, just something to call ours Money respects blue checks in power I told monsieur I'm inspired by Final Hour Nae-Nae ain't raise a coward, I got it locked like I'm from Broward Mercury's in retro, Jordan with dissonance is all around us Spirit said, "Get it, girl, put it back just where you found it" I'd rather take over this thing than be in a panic Meals still cut from Granny's patchwork fabric [Verse 2] Mic rippin' at the seam, might go and up a fee While my enemy at least, it ain't as sweet as it seem I wanna see less and less, sorry I ain't get your text I was feeling overwhelmed, 'cause in the distance I can hear them Yelling, being immature and war over wells Makes me wanna hug an elm, guess we drying up the well They say we running out of time, running out of time Man, I can tell, birds and bees ain't quite being themselves Ain't heard no buzzing in a while, honey child Still, they hit the boys out here, niggas in Paris Yeah, we still running out of time, running out of life and natural life Empathy reliable, information, patience in our minds Running out of opportunities to ever see twenty-five, yeah, we running [Outro] This was written September 1974 Sorry to bother you at a time like this, but I just got the news You know what's really amazing? Our rich great land is the world's peacekeeping institution Oh, yeah