Lyrics: Dead Prez. Food Clothes and Shelter.

[sticman]
Yeaha?¦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 creepina?¦vicious as the wind, which is life,
when it's deep without a meanina?¦a trife scene it screams
Niggas fiendina?¦the pipe dream and some be seemin
like the only way to keep breathin in the slumsa?¦but nothing comes
And keeping funds is like dreamina?¦
my situation no solutiona?¦even the young become demons
Where I'm from shit is unyieldinga?¦Something like three-hundred million
gun wielding black rats trapped in one building
With low ceilingsa?¦and no feelingsa?¦
cutthroat villainsa?¦ Dope dealingsa?¦and glossy eyed pavilions
Sunken facesa?¦and powder tracesa?¦
My people slave for the basicsa?¦the powerless devoured in the matrix
Of politics, pimps and glass pipesa?¦
From gun blast and flickin off blunt asha?¦the cash heist
The fast lifea?¦ where the have-nots rule
Stick and grab plotsa?¦toting tools, victim last by some jewels
Round the world, we stay stuck in capsulesa?¦shackled
And crackas got homes like castles
I figure the only way this nigga got to go is wild
Plottin licks for liberationa?¦stockin cap style

[chorus x2]

[m-1]

I was born in the storm hearin gun clap from thunder
See my childhood peersa?¦catchin years by the number
I wake up from hungera?¦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 pricesa?¦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 camaflougea?¦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 whitea?¦but they gon lose in this game of life
So dead that! I tie my dread back and schemea?¦
Put a star on my red black and greena?¦

[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 reasona?¦yeah