[sticman] Yeahâ¦for all my peoples that's hungry [chorus] A nigga 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, 'cause it's trife and aint no god gon help ya [sticman] I feel the winter heart creepinâ¦vicious as the wind, which is life, when it's deep without a meaninâ¦a trife scene it screams Niggas fiendinâ¦the pipe dream and some be seemin like the only way to keep breathin in the slumsâ¦but nothing comes And keeping funds is like dreamin⦠my situation no solutionâ¦even the young become demons Where I'm from shit is unyieldingâ¦Something like three-hundred million gun wielding black rats trapped in one building With low ceilingsâ¦and no feelings⦠cutthroat villains⦠Dope dealingsâ¦and glossy eyed pavilions Sunken facesâ¦and powder traces⦠My people slave for the basicsâ¦the powerless devoured in the matrix Of politics, pimps and glass pipes⦠From gun blast and flickin off blunt ashâ¦the cash heist The fast life⦠where the have-nots rule Stick and grab plotsâ¦toting tools, victim last by some jewels Round the world, we stay stuck in capsulesâ¦shackled And crackas got homes like castles I figure the only way this nigga got to go is wild Plottin licks for liberationâ¦stockin cap style [chorus x2] [m-1] I was born in the storm hearin gun clap from thunder See my childhood peersâ¦catchin years by the number I wake up from hungerâ¦try to lift my stress that I'm under How I made it this far makes me wonder You in a fight for ya life, for basic human rights Can't afford the boomin pricesâ¦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 camaflougeâ¦but 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 whiteâ¦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⦠[chorus x2] [bridge] 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, 'cause 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 reasonâ¦yeah Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com