Piece of the P.I.E by Emanuel X Lyrics

Sir I don't mean
To be a bother/

But my stomachs aching
Could you please lend me a dollar?/

I truly need food
I won't blow it on muddy water/

Last time I was ever faded
I was walkin outt tha barbers/

Times changed tho and
So did my money/

In the heart of Philadelphia
But it ain't always sunny/

It's a cold city
Catchin flus my nose runny/
And cold in the sense
They think my situations funny/

Digg into your heart for me
Not into your pockets/

And it's okay sir
If you don't got it, you don't got it/

Muster up the courage
Damn I'm really bout to beg/

On my last leg
This willing to get fed/

Confessing the fact
I've lost everything I own/

Juss for money to some
Strangers that Ive never even known/

Fuck that my next
Meals not worth my pride/

Poverty is everywhere
A Leading cause of Suicide/
Damn..

2Pac (got money for wars but can't feed the poor) -hook-

Head to another spot
Right round the globe/

In them broke shacks
Scattered thru a dirt road/

Meet young Amaka
She wanna be a docta/

But the lack Of Education
Gott her dreams on hold/

Her mothers kinda brittle
So she raises her siblings/

But Never met her dad
Don't even knows if he's living/

Gotta thirst for knowledge
So when her siblings sleep/

She hits the books studying
Buried nose deep/
Until one night rebels
Broke into her home/

While she was studying
And dragged her out all alone/

She was being raped
Her screams woke up her mother/

But The older brittle woman
Struggled getting out the covers/

Neighbors Witt guns hit the scene
So bet the crooks fled/

One of the neighbors
Licked shots and now a crooks dead/

Last person to arrive
At the scenes amakas mama/

She looks at the fallen crook
And cries "that's amakas fatha"/

Poverty Is Real