| Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer
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| Prayin' for all of those who ain’t got it
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| We gotta get it there, we gotta get it, yeah
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| Yeah, the people starvin' for somethin' new, we starvin' for it
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| (My tummy hurts, I couldn’t eat)
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| Mmmm, mmm, mmm
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| (Did you have fun at school today, Trey?)
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| My little man go to bed so hungry
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| Get up, go to school with his nose runny, come home with his nose bloody
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| His sister laughin', he like «What's so funny?»
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| 'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
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| Nothin' in the freezer, nothin' in the fridge
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| Couple of 40 ounces but nothin' for the kids
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| Little man know to eat to live but he don’t wanna leave the crib
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| The kid who punched him in his face house right down the street from his
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| He went anyway, more scared to face his moms
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| She’ll beat him soon as she flip out, seein' his face scarred
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| Walkin' past the dopefiends with they smoke to the place of God
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| Hopes and dreams pourin' out the holes in they face and arms
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| Little man in the face of harm if he don’t eat
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| He need energy so when he go to school he can compete
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| And keep up, all he got is bodegas
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| But hey, he only got enough for a quarter water and a Now Or Later
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| Anyway, grandma say Jesus’ll be here any day
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| Good, cause with nothin' to eat it’s gettin' hard to pray, pray
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| Pray, pray, pray
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| [Hook: Talib Kweli &
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| Sylvia James
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| ('Bout the hungry babies?)
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| ('Bout the hungry babies?)
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| Listen
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| [Verse 2: Talib Kweli &
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| Sylvia James
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| My rhymes got nutritional value
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| I get it how I live, it’s critical when the conditions allow you
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| Do you don’t trust the critics who doubt you
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| Try to write shit about you but they can’t make a living without you
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| Go hungry, you gotta watch what the media feed ya
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| And don’t be a poisoned animal eater neither
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| It’s harder than it sound 'cause nowadays, put that swine in everything
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| The white sugar so addictive it’s pure 'caine
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| They got pork in the toothpaste, soda in the Sunny D
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| Jello brand gelatin is laced with the leci-tin
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| In Africa, they starvin', over here the food hurt you
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| Cows goin' mad and the chickens crunk with bird flu
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| It’s too ill how the food kill it’s like blue steel
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| Lies never set you free, but the truth will
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| The truth still matter the proof is in the batter or the pudding
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| You can tell we eatin' good, we gettin' fatter
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| [Hook: Talib Kweli &
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| Sylvia James
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| ('Bout the hungry babies?)
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| ('Bout the hungry babies?)
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| In order to receive, then we need to give
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| We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live
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| Listen |