Aasim - Food, Clothes & Shelter lyrics

[Intro: stic.man] Yeah. For all my peoples that's hungry [Hook: stic.man] A n***a need food: you got to have food for your health And clothes: gear to keep esteem for yourself, son Shelter: a place to lay for rest when you're stressed Over life cause it's trife and ain't no God gonna help ya [Verse 1: stic.man] I feel the winter heart creeping Vicious as the wind, which is life When it's deep without a meaning. A trife scene it screams n***as fiending—the pipe dream and some be seeming Like the only way to keep breathing in the slums, but nothing comes And keeping funds is like dreaming My situation: no solution—even the young become demons Where I'm from, sh** 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 gla** pipe From gun blast and flicking off blunt ash, the cash heist The fast life, where the have-nots rule Stick and grab plots, toting tools, victim last by some j**els 'Round the world, we stay stuck in capsules, shackled And crackas got homes like castles I figure the only way this n***a got to go is wild Plotting licks for liberation, stocking cap style [Hook: stic.man] (x2) [Bridge: Malcolm X Sample] He's just hungry for knowledge, that's all. Yeah, that brother's starving! So am l. Let's get something to eat [Verse 2: M-1] Yo, I was born in the storm, hearing gun clap for thunder See my childhood peers catching years in the numbers 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 booming prices—it's economic crisis Life is a sacrifice. I'm down to my last bag of rice They forcing us to live like laboratory mice Like f**ing laboratory mice—that's right You wear the camouflage, but do you choose to live the soldier's life? I said 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 Canaanites 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 [Hook: stic.man] (x2) [Bridge: Boyz N the Hood Sample] (x2) Pay the bills, put food on the table, and put clothes on your back. You understand? [Verse 3: stic.man] What do power mean? Our team Seem to think it means sour cream Cause our dreams got us fiending 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—everything happen 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 [Outro: stic.man and (M-1)] Nah'mean? We out here fighting for the basics. (Tryna get all we can get). Tryna get food on the table, clothes on our back, pay these bills. Dead Presidents. That's the come-up for us. Food, clothes, and shelter. Ain't no need to even say nothing else. (Word up) "And whatever may happen, fear not"