The Food Chain

Its a jungle we living in, but we just gotta keep on believing.

every hood is different but what determines your survival is your survival tactics.

 

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among-st women,

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

 

[Verse 1]

The two sides of my hood, the Good and bad,

brought me a lot of memories i never wish i had,

cops circling round the block, around the clock, i had to duck,

always had an exhibit, plus black kids enemies were cops.

They stole the right to fight for your rights,

That's why they never pay attention to what a black man writes,

Rolling dice in the streets corners just to cop some ice,

Cos life is a gamble, plus my mum's prayers kept me through these nights,

am thinking i aint cut out for this shit, so am finna cut out of this shit.

The only way to be rich and famous was dick riding, that aint good for my anus,

I'd rather take intravenous drugs to keep writing.

every time we bobbed the stores, we was like robin hood,

cos taking from the rich and giving to the poor was robbing good,

leaving meals on the table of kids in the neighborhood,

hey! we gotta survive cos life was as hard as morning wood.

Whenever the day light was absent, we got stashed with tablets,

Sold crack to crack fins, nobody in the hood was without sin,

life aint fair when you black skinned,

you know what am talking bout, R.I.P Micheal Jackson.