[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 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
[m-1] I was born in the storm hearin gun clap from thunder See my childhood peers...catchin years by the number I wake up from hunger...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 prices...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 camaflouge...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 white...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...
[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 reason...yeah