Roots Bread & Butter
Ooh, ooh, yeah
It's hard, hard, hard, hard, yeah
Oh, yeah
[Verse 1: Truck North]
Yeah
The sirens, the lights is blindin
Battle cries sound off, warriors dyin
Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants
Hands up, that's a massacre the cops kept firin
Run amok, keep y'all eternally cryin
Fed up, place red stains on global giants
The brain of an Orson Wells
Stuck in a masterpiece, Citizen Kane's personal hell
It's done, and it's hot where them hustlers dwell
And the air bears the stench of a corpsey smell
Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail
And he down to his last wit a quarter to sell
This right here, world premiere of the last days
The final paragraphs to the book's last page
You could feel it comin, no runnin away
Let's get free, or let's get paid
Same shit different day
The cornerstone to where I lay
It's shattered glass and crack bags where they play
And scattered ass is passed in ridiculous ways
These cats chef like they Isaac Hayes
Paralell to the grave
Stuck in the game wit no rules
And we screamin for some water and some edible food
Man I'm right there, rabbit ears, nuttin to lose
This is whatchu ain't learnin in school
I'm tryin tell you it's hard
[Chorus:]
A loaf of bread, milk and eggs, stick of butter man
Somebody mother lies dead in the gutter
Sheriff down by them that's talkin that gutter
Tell the kids don't look under those covers, mayne [x2]
[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Check it out
A child is born, his mother is gone
He in the middle of it literally, tusslin strong
For his life, the tide high
In the eye of the storm a mannish boy arrive
And the riot is on
Wit no spare time to try to respond
Or prepare times it's hard not becomin a headline
Or prayin in the night when it's bedtime
Or layin ya head down
Cuz you already know what it is now
You know a lot of leaders ain't honest
And they can't keep a promise
And I hate to speak about it but it's all freakanomics
Cramped and proud of it, you amped and you rowdy
Treadin water tryina lift up ya head without drownin
This type of shit can make ya heart stop from poundin
Butchu pushin for the top too scared to stop
Now it gets deep, bodies are floatin around in the streets
Lotta people who won't even be around in a week
Man get the operation gone
Whatch'all waitin on?
We been patient, y'all mo'fuckas takin long
The television gettin all the information wrong
Doin how they do it gettin they miseducation on
They already late
Somebody been was 'posed to regulate
Instead of wait before they let the levee break
You try runnin from the truth but it's givin chase
I got to ask myself yo, is any nigga safe?
[Chorus x3]
