Lyrics Food, Clothes + Shelter, Part 2 - Dead Prez

Chorus
Undercover Pigs jumping out of cabs
Niggas get nabbed i seen it with my own eyes on orange ave
In tallahasee florida where i was raised by my elders
Taught me the fundamentals of food clothes and shelter.
They got big plans for you nigga dead or in jail
They got ya big pun, big small, big l. smell me nigga
I′m a keep gangsta keep it marcus keep it malcolm
Why you keep on drowning in gold and platinum albums.
Why i don't why die for diamonds in africa
Why i don′t want the people to tell lies
Why i don't want ta fuck an american pie
Why they don't want the people to ask why.
Food(x3) clothes(x3) and shelter
I′m not a marxist i′m a marked man with dark skin
Just like the nigga sleep on a park bench
Sittin on the corner
Sippin a corona
Peeping all the drama
Keeping to himself
Get hip to shit most niggas'll sleep through
Uncle tom niggas can′t stand my crew
We put the truth out that's why they try to ban the crew
Can′t let them crackers get they hands on you
I ain't got no faith in your bible
I′m safe with a rifle.
I'm sick of lying fo ya
Malcolm x ain't dying fo ya
Niggas don′t go platinum records go platinum
Niggas be happy if anything come back to them
Jack your rims of your lexus snatch your necklace
And sell it off to give the homeless a hot breakfast
Food, food, food clothes, shelter
Chorus
It′s about red
Black
Green
If you black you need green