Masai Bey - Body Of Work lyrics

[Sample] Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang Breaking rocks, serving my time Breaking rocks out here on a chain gang Working, but I still got so Far to go] [Masai Bey] Aging at the edge of an ageless void Too old to be young and too young to be old or Young enough to be paranoid I'm just flowing with the waves to stay afloat Paddling on a board while praying for a boat And some rope but I'll settle for a mic cord Center of the seesaw Mamma told me I was very wealthy Depending on your definition of rich and the way you see poor I'm a father and still a son On the middle of the road bopping like I got no place to go and Someplace to come Positive warns me of the deceptions of negative Negative is trying to convince me to believe positive is a sedative I ponder this and learn that they both are relative to life on earth It sometimes feels like a repetitive burn Ashes to ashes Held captive in the urn [Roc Marciano] The ink embroidered Black exploited Crackers bought it Crack was boiling n***as balling Clientele calling My cell fishtail like a dolphin Instead of talking Money's corporate Progress forward Bunnies is gorgeous Picture me: selling 20's on some '94 sh** Cutting dummies on porcelain All my j**elry is frosted Pigs is on corners more often I'm feeling exhausted I pray my sins don't fall upon my offspring Grown-man pants, wallets and ID's Health insurance policies Wallabies and collard greens Eating right These the finer things in life I see your ring in the light Everything that bling ain't nice n***as think that they nice Scat-rapping in tights That math isn't right This is rapper's delight Now I'm through packaging white Rap with the pa**ion of christ Don't get the facts half-right, yeah [Sample] [Billy Woods aka bill bodega] Work my last slash and burn Elephant hands Every callus earned With ho and machete Wet earth turn Deep in the dirt King of the worms Hyenas circle Cackle blood curdle Night dark as pitch I'm up when the sky's purple Tapping ashes off clips Left the shebeen with her and said Do you dance quick Now c'mon baby, tell me what's the word Green thumb No metal fingers but I'm still living on special herbs Callaloo and ca**ava Big ganga Aiming at impalas They came at dusk Wearing balaclavas You die today for the sins of your fathers Is it really stealing when you robbing From robbers? Is it actually fake When you already posing as impostors? Shoot the boa k** the farmer Crack that Cape lobster Boiling in Durban with poison Red dirt soiling Black bodies toiling Mambas coiling Overnight, that sweet milk spoiling