[Chorus] 

Feed the hungry, and house the poor 

We gotta save these babies and stop the wars. [x2] 



[Verse 1] 

What is success if we can't reach back 

And drop a jewel, in today's schools, they don't teach that 

Our ancestors were kings and queens, peep that 

So called educators need to learn to teach facts 

From the slum alleyways and the burned-down apartments 

TO the drug infested buildings where the gun rounds be barking 

I see promise in the eyes of the babies 

Still the death toll and trauma, drive me crazy 

I watch how they're making us, I spot where they're taking us 

In every neighborhood, the block is hot and dangerous 

And what's the point of a fist in the air 

If the children are starving, and the men don't care 

BUt niggaz dont care, and they don't realize 

For us to have the chances we got, many have died 

And hear the cries of the innocent ones, the victims of guns 

And see how shits wickedly run 



[Chorus x4] 



[Verse 2] 

Though they might hate my kind, they cant incarcerate my mind 

I control my own fate, watch me break these vines 

Who else can enlighten the people and fight against evil 

Comes against me, and your plight will be legal 

You know they gonna start another war again 

We got a few good men, but there's much more of them 

And I doubt we'll see another Martin or Malcolm 

'Cause the rims and the blimps, have distored the outcome 

And how come, we'd rather floss than get our souls right 

Still some stay up hustlin the whole night 

I Guess that's why we got war in our own hoods 

'Cause we can't even save ourselves, for our own good 

And what don't kill you can make you stronger 

Keep procrasinating, it'll take you longer 

But in these trouble times, so many troubled minds 

I see them rocking us to sleep like a lullaby 



[Chorus x2] 



It's easier for one, to give advice 

Than it is for a person to run one's own life 

That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype 

I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight 

It's easier for one, to give advice 

Than it is for a person to run one's own life 

That's why I can't get caught up in all the hype 

I keep my soul tight and let these lines takes flight 



[Chorus x2] 



[Female singer] 

WE gotta stop the war. Save the children. Yea 

Feed the hundry, house the poor. We gotta save 

the babies and stop the war. [Voice fades out]