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sticman
Yeahfor all my peoples thats hungry
chorus
A nigg* need food, ya got to have food for ya health
And clothes, gear to keep a steam for yaself
Son, shelter, a place to lay for rest when ya stressed
Over life, cuz its trife and aint no god gon help ya
sticman
I feel the winter heart creepinvicious as the wind, which is life,
when its deep without a meanina trife scene it screams
fiendinthe pipe dream and some be seemin
like the only way to keep breathin in the slumsbut nothing comes
And keeping funds is like dreamin
my situation no solutioneven the young become demons
Where Im from s**t is unyieldingSomething like three-hundred million
gun wielding black rats trapped in one building
With low ceilingsand no feelings
cutthroat villains Dope dealingsand glossy eyed pavilions
Sunken facesand powder traces
My people slave for the basicsthe powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, pimps and glass pipes
From gun blast and flickin off blunt ashthe cash heist
The fast life where the have-nots rule
Stick and grab plotstoting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stay stuck in capsulesshackled
And crackas got homes like castles
I figure the only way this nigg* got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberationstockin cap style
chorus x2
m-1
I was born in the storm hearin gun clap from thunder
See my childhood peerscatchin years by the number
I wake up from hungertry to lift my stress that Im under
How I made it this far makes me wonder
You in a fight for ya life, for basic human rights
Cant afford the boomin pricesits economic crisis
Life is a sacrifice, Im down to my last bag of rice
They forcin us to live like laboratory mice
Like fkin laboratory mice thats right
You wear the camaflougebut do u 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 Kaina Knights
Tryna be whitebut 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
chorus x2
bridge
What do power mean, our team
seem to think it means sour cream
Cuz 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, cuz everything happens for a reason
I hope my seed grow up and get even, its open season
And if you poor and black, you know the reasonyeah