of 18 Can't afford another mouth to feed The only son you've ever had Returning home Send him home in a body bad War on the poor
the streets was taught Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor
do is sing my simple song Square or round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings
How dumb you sound? That mentality What keeps my people down Nobody wants to Live in an urban war You live there 'cause Your parents were poor They live
Not on some gangsta shit man on some real shit Anybody who been through the same thing I'm sure you feel the same way Oh hey, I've been travelin' on
regrets I can't take back the words I never said I can't take back the words I never said I really think the war on terror is a bunch of bullshit Just a poor
Come on, everybody come on, stand up, stand up, stand up [Chorus] I'm calling on, I'm calling on the whole wide world On the home I go Come on people
is what they selling Make you think that buying is rebelling From the theaters to malls on every shore Tha thin line between entertainment and war The
do you want this killin' done?" God says, "Out on Highway 61" Well, Georgia Sam, he had a bloody nose Welfare Department they wouldn't give him no clothes He asked poor
by one Got five sides to me somethin' like a pentagon Strike with the forces of King Solomon Lettin' bygone be bygone and so on and so on I'm a teach
what lies before me Said "Evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me" It occurred to me, this old niggas words couldn't be realer I'm on top
myself Milk and honey Pourin' down like money Make a poor boy wanna run Milk and honey Do you wanna love me? Under the aluminum sun Did you hear those war
and ready to fight this war And he's got more guns than you and me But most people don't wanna believe That they still prejudice simply because we poor
on the button, all they need is an excuse It doesn't take a military genius to see We'll all be crispy critters after World War III There's nowhere you
on this uh... unseen faith stuff man?] I mean yeah, it's all up to you. You gotta be determined to bring this vision into your life bro'! If God has put something on
goin on, better know what's goin on) (Gotta know what's goin on, better know what's goin on) Innnnnn thiiiiiis, worrrrrrld (Gotta know what's goin on
yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin
