The Roots, Truck North - Bread and Butter lyrics
[The Roots, Truck North - Bread and Butter lyrics]
Yeah, through the sirens
The lights is blinding
Battle cries sound off, warriors dying
Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants
Hands up
That's a massacre the cops kept firing
Run amok, keep y'all eternally crying
Fed up, place red stains on global giants
The brain of an Orson Welles
Stuck in a masterpiece
Citizen Kane's personal hell it's done
And it's hot where them hustlers dwell
And the air bears the stench
Of a corpse's smell
Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail
And he down to his last
With a quarter to sell this right here
World premiere of the last days
The final paragraphs to the book's last page
You could feel it coming, no running away
Let's get free or let's get paid
Same shit different day
The cornerstone to where I lay
It's shattered glass and crack
Bags where they play
And scattered ass is passed
In ridiculous ways
These cats Chef like they Isaac Hayes
Parallel to the grave
Stuck in the game with no rules
And we screaming for some water
And some edible food
Man I'm right there, rabbit ears
Nothing to lose
This is what you ain't learning in school
I'm trying to tell you it's hard
A loaf of bread, milk and eggs
Stick of butter man
Somebody's mother lies dead in the gutter
Sheriff down by them heads
Talking that Gullah
Tell the kids don't look under those covers
Man
Tell the kids don't look under those covers
Man
Check it out
A child is born, his mother is gone
He in the middle of it literally
Tussling strong for his life
The tide high in the eye of the storm
A mannish boy arrive and the riot is on
With no spare time to try to respond
Or prepare times
It's hard not becoming a headline
Or praying in the night when it's bedtime
Or laying your head down
Cuz you already know what it is now
You know a lot of leaders ain't honest
And they can't keep a promise
And I hate to speak about
It but it's all freakanomics
Cramped and proud of it
You amped and you rowdy
Treading water trying to lift up
Your head without drowning
This type of shit can make
Your heart stop pounding
But, you pushing for the top
Too scared to stop now it gets deep
Bodies are floating around in the streets
Lot of people who won't even
Be around in a week
Man, get the operation gone
What y'all waiting on?
We been patient, y'all mo'fuckas taking long
The television getting all
The information wrong doing how they do it
Getting they mis-education on
They already late
Somebody been was 'posed to regulate
Instead of wait before they
Let the levee break
You try running from the truth
But it's giving chase
I got to ask myself, yo, is any nigga safe?
The lights is blinding
Battle cries sound off, warriors dying
Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants
Hands up
That's a massacre the cops kept firing
Run amok, keep y'all eternally crying
Fed up, place red stains on global giants
The brain of an Orson Welles
Stuck in a masterpiece
Citizen Kane's personal hell it's done
And it's hot where them hustlers dwell
And the air bears the stench
Of a corpse's smell
Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail
And he down to his last
With a quarter to sell this right here
World premiere of the last days
The final paragraphs to the book's last page
You could feel it coming, no running away
Let's get free or let's get paid
Same shit different day
The cornerstone to where I lay
It's shattered glass and crack
Bags where they play
And scattered ass is passed
In ridiculous ways
These cats Chef like they Isaac Hayes
Parallel to the grave
Stuck in the game with no rules
And we screaming for some water
And some edible food
Man I'm right there, rabbit ears
Nothing to lose
This is what you ain't learning in school
I'm trying to tell you it's hard
A loaf of bread, milk and eggs
Stick of butter man
Somebody's mother lies dead in the gutter
Sheriff down by them heads
Talking that Gullah
Tell the kids don't look under those covers
Man
Tell the kids don't look under those covers
Man
Check it out
A child is born, his mother is gone
He in the middle of it literally
Tussling strong for his life
The tide high in the eye of the storm
A mannish boy arrive and the riot is on
With no spare time to try to respond
Or prepare times
It's hard not becoming a headline
Or praying in the night when it's bedtime
Or laying your head down
Cuz you already know what it is now
You know a lot of leaders ain't honest
And they can't keep a promise
And I hate to speak about
It but it's all freakanomics
Cramped and proud of it
You amped and you rowdy
Treading water trying to lift up
Your head without drowning
This type of shit can make
Your heart stop pounding
But, you pushing for the top
Too scared to stop now it gets deep
Bodies are floating around in the streets
Lot of people who won't even
Be around in a week
Man, get the operation gone
What y'all waiting on?
We been patient, y'all mo'fuckas taking long
The television getting all
The information wrong doing how they do it
Getting they mis-education on
They already late
Somebody been was 'posed to regulate
Instead of wait before they
Let the levee break
You try running from the truth
But it's giving chase
I got to ask myself, yo, is any nigga safe?