[Intro: Talib Kweli]
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?)
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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 laughin', he like "What's so funny?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nothin' in the freezer, nothin' in the fridge
Couple of 40 ounces but nothin' 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 beat him soon as she flip out, seein' his face scarred
Walkin' past the dopefiends with they smoke to 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 quarter water and a Now Or Later
Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day
Good, cause with nothin' to eat it's gettin' hard to pray, pray
Pray, pray, pray
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?)
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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 laughin', he like "What's so funny?"
'Til she drowned out by the sounds of hunger pains in his tummy
Nothin' in the freezer, nothin' in the fridge
Couple of 40 ounces but nothin' 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 beat him soon as she flip out, seein' his face scarred
Walkin' past the dopefiends with they smoke to 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 quarter water and a Now Or Later
Anyway, grandma say Jesus'll be here any day
Good, cause with nothin' to eat it's gettin' hard to pray, pray
Pray, pray, pray
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