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Food Clothes And Shelter

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Yeah ... for all my peoples that's hungry (Chorus) 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


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