Talib Kweli - Eat To Live lyrics

Yeah, this is a ghetto prayer

Prayin for all of those who ain't got it

We gotta get it there, we gotta get it yeah

Yeah the people starvin for somethin new, we starvin for it

(My tummy hurts, I couldn't eat)

Mmmm, mmm, mmm

(Did you have fun at school today Trey?)

My little man go to bed so hungry

Get up, go to school with his nose runny, come home with his nose bloody

His sister *laugh and* he like "What's so funny~?"

'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy

Nuttin in the freezer, nuttin in the fridge

Couple of 40 ounces but nuttin for the kids

Little man know to eat to live but he don't wanna leave the crib

The kid who punched him in his face house right down the street from his

He went anyway, more scared to face his moms

She'll *be home soon and she'll* flip out, seein his face scarred

Walkin past the dopefiends with they smoke to *take* the place of God

Hopes and dreams pourin out the holes in they face and arms

Little man in the face of harm if he don't eat

He need energy so when he go to school he can compete

And keep up, all he got is bodegas

But hey he only got enough *for a quart of water and a Now and Later*

Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day

Good - cause with nuttin to eat it's gettin hard to pray... pray...

In order to receive, then we need to give

We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live

Listen...

My rhymes got nutritional value

I get it how I live, it's critical when the conditions allow you

Do you don't trust the critics who doubt you

Try to write shit about you, but they can't make a living without you

Go hungry, you gotta watch what the media feed ya

And don't be a poisoned animal eater either

It's harder than it sound, cause nowadays, put that swine in everything

The white sugar so addictive it's pure 'caine

They got, pork in the toothpaste, soda in the Sunny D

Jello brand gelatin is laced with the lecatin

In Africa they starvin, over here the food hurt you

Cows goin mad and the chickens *caught the* bird flu

It's too ill how the food kill it's like blue steel

Lies never set you free, but the truth will

The truth still matter the proof is in the batter or the pudding

You can tell we eatin good, we gettin fatter

Listen...