Dead prez - Food, Clothes & Shelter Pt. 2 lyrics
[Dead prez - Food, Clothes & Shelter Pt. 2 lyrics]
Yeah for all my peoples that's hungry
A nigga need food
You got to have food for ya health
And clothes
Gear to keep esteem for yaself, son, shelter
A place to lay for rest
When ya stressed over life
Cause it's trife and ain't no god gon help ya
I feel the winter heart creepin
Vicious as the wind, which is life
When it's deep without a meanin
A trife scene it screams, niggas fiendin
The pipe dream and some be seemin
Like the only way to keep
Breathin in the slums - but nothing comes
And keeping funds is like dreamin
My situation no solution
Even the young become demons
Where I'm from shit is unyielding
Something like three hundred
Million gun wielding
Black rats trapped in one building
With low ceilings, and no feelings
Cutthroat villains, dope dealings
And glossy eyed pavilions
Sunken faces, and powder traces
My people slave for the basics
The powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, pimps and glass pipes
From gun blast and flickin off blunt ash
The cash heist
The fast life where the have nots rule
Stick and grab plots, toting tools
Victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stay stuck in capsules
Shackled and crackas got homes like castles
I figure the only way this nigga
Got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberation
Stockin cap style
I was born in the storm
Hearin gun clap from thunder
See my childhood peers
Catchin years in the numbers
I wake up from hunger
Try to lift the stress that I'm under
How I made it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for your life
For basic human rights
Can't afford the boomin prices
It's economic crisis life is a sacrifice
I'm down to my last bag of rice
They forcin us to live like laboratory mice
Like fuckin laboratory mice that's right
You wear the camaflouge
But do you choose to live the soldiers life
I told u before this is a
War not a play fight
Taught to be a slave from
The womb to the gravesite
Some of us even share the
Views of the canaanites tryna be white
But they gon lose in this game of life
So dead that! I tie my dread back and scheme
Put a star on my Red, Black and Green
What do power mean
Our team seem to think it means sour cream
Cause our dreams got us
Fiendin for the power, son
And Huey P said political power come
From the barrel of the gun
What do power mean, I believe in thieving
And smoking weed
Everything happens for a reason
I hope my seed grow up and get even
It's open season and if you poor and black
You know the reason yeah
A nigga need food
You got to have food for ya health
And clothes
Gear to keep esteem for yaself, son, shelter
A place to lay for rest
When ya stressed over life
Cause it's trife and ain't no god gon help ya
I feel the winter heart creepin
Vicious as the wind, which is life
When it's deep without a meanin
A trife scene it screams, niggas fiendin
The pipe dream and some be seemin
Like the only way to keep
Breathin in the slums - but nothing comes
And keeping funds is like dreamin
My situation no solution
Even the young become demons
Where I'm from shit is unyielding
Something like three hundred
Million gun wielding
Black rats trapped in one building
With low ceilings, and no feelings
Cutthroat villains, dope dealings
And glossy eyed pavilions
Sunken faces, and powder traces
My people slave for the basics
The powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, pimps and glass pipes
From gun blast and flickin off blunt ash
The cash heist
The fast life where the have nots rule
Stick and grab plots, toting tools
Victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stay stuck in capsules
Shackled and crackas got homes like castles
I figure the only way this nigga
Got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberation
Stockin cap style
I was born in the storm
Hearin gun clap from thunder
See my childhood peers
Catchin years in the numbers
I wake up from hunger
Try to lift the stress that I'm under
How I made it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for your life
For basic human rights
Can't afford the boomin prices
It's economic crisis life is a sacrifice
I'm down to my last bag of rice
They forcin us to live like laboratory mice
Like fuckin laboratory mice that's right
You wear the camaflouge
But do you choose to live the soldiers life
I told u before this is a
War not a play fight
Taught to be a slave from
The womb to the gravesite
Some of us even share the
Views of the canaanites tryna be white
But they gon lose in this game of life
So dead that! I tie my dread back and scheme
Put a star on my Red, Black and Green
What do power mean
Our team seem to think it means sour cream
Cause our dreams got us
Fiendin for the power, son
And Huey P said political power come
From the barrel of the gun
What do power mean, I believe in thieving
And smoking weed
Everything happens for a reason
I hope my seed grow up and get even
It's open season and if you poor and black
You know the reason yeah