Bread and Butter

[Verse 1: Truck North] 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 [Hook] 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 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 [Verse 2: Black Thought] 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 'Cause 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 Freakonomics 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? [Hook] 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 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