Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bread And Butter , by - The Roots. Release date: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bread And Butter |
| Yeah, through the sirens, the lights is blinding |
| Battle cries sound off, warriors dying |
| Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants |
| Hands up, that’s a massacre the cops kept firing |
| Run amok, keep y’all eternally crying |
| Fed up, place red stains on global giants |
| The brain of an Orson Welles |
| 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 corpse’s smell |
| Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail |
| And he down to his last with 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 coming, no running 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 |
| Parallel to the grave |
| Stuck in the game with no rules |
| And we screaming for some water and some edible food |
| Man I’m right there, rabbit ears, nothing to lose |
| This is what you ain’t learning in school |
| I’m trying to tell you it’s hard |
| A loaf of bread, milk and eggs, stick of butter man |
| Somebody’s mother lies dead in the gutter |
| Sheriff down by them heads, talking that Gullah |
| Tell the kids don’t look under those covers, man |
| Check it out |
| A child is born, his mother is gone |
| He in the middle of it literally, tussling strong |
| For his life, the tide high in the eye of the storm |
| A mannish boy arrive and the riot is on |
| With no spare time to try to respond |
| Or prepare times, it’s hard not becoming a headline |
| Or praying in the night when it’s bedtime |
| Or laying your 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 |
| Treading water trying to lift up your head without drowning |
| This type of shit can make your heart stop pounding |
| But you pushing for the top, too scared to stop |
| Now it gets deep, bodies are floating around in the streets |
| Lot of people who won’t even be around in a week |
| Man, get the operation gone, what y’all waiting on? |
| We been patient, y’all mo’fuckas taking long |
| The television getting all the information wrong |
| Doing how they do it getting they mis-education on |
| They already late |
| Somebody been was 'posed to regulate |
| Instead of wait before they let the levee break |
| You try running from the truth but it’s giving chase |
| I got to ask myself, yo, is any nigga safe? |