THE ROOTS

THE ROOTS - Bread & Butter lyrics

(feat. Truck North)

Ooh, ooh, yeah

It's hard, hard, hard, hard, yeah

Oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Truck North]

Yeah

The sirens, the lights is blindin

Battle cries sound off, warriors dyin

Last call at the bar for snakes and tyrants

Hands up, that's a massacre the cops kept firin

Run amok, keep y'all eternally cryin

Fed up, place red stains on global giants

The brain of an Orson Wells

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 corpsey smell

Homie down on his luck one foot in the jail

And he down to his last wit 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 comin, no runnin 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

Paralell to the grave

Stuck in the game wit no rules

And we screamin for some water and some edible food

Man I'm right there, rabbit ears, nuttin to lose

This is whatchu ain't learnin in school

I'm tryin tell you it's hard

[Chorus:]

A loaf of bread, milk and eggs, stick of butter man

Somebody mother lies dead in the gutter

Sheriff down by them that's talkin that gutter

Tell the kids don't look under those covers, mayne [x2]

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Check it out

A child is born, his mother is gone

He in the middle of it literally, tusslin strong

For his life, the tide high

In the eye of the storm a mannish boy arrive

And the riot is on

Wit no spare time to try to respond

Or prepare times it's hard not becomin a headline

Or prayin in the night when it's bedtime

Or layin ya 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

Treadin water tryina lift up ya head without drownin

This type of shit can make ya heart stop from poundin

Butchu pushin for the top too scared to stop

Now it gets deep, bodies are floatin around in the streets

Lotta people who won't even be around in a week

Man get the operation gone

Whatch'all waitin on?

We been patient, y'all mo'fuckas takin long

The television gettin all the information wrong

Doin how they do it gettin they miseducation on

They already late

Somebody been was 'posed to regulate

Instead of wait before they let the levee break

You try runnin from the truth but it's givin chase

I got to ask myself yo, is any nigga safe?

[Chorus x3]

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