Feed The Poor by Xuice Hades Lyrics
[Intro]
Bless
Bless
Yo
[Hook]
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus you're worth more in a cell, than in the state
Worth more in a cell, than in the state
I said me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus you're worth more in a cell, than in the state
You're worth more in a cell, than in the state
[Verse: Xuice]
Today a pig got away with murder, murder
Can a man get away with ounces (Uh-uh) I doubt it
What do you know about it
Every year the penal system gets 40 thousand
But every single prisoner it takes 20 to house them (20)
Let's do the math, what happens to that other half (Huh?)
Tell me who's counting (Gee)
Like dracula, drinking blood from Africa
Oil from Afghanistan, coming and selling it back to us
Yo that shit is mad corrupt, it's 2012
Know it's wrapping up, may as well start strapping up
Boys are coming after us, even gladiators
Shouts to Maximus
My homies doing crimes just to have enough
Hopefully he don't do time for a bag of dust
Hopefully he's slapping mind when he's bagging up
All of them point fours
Cus what tomorrow holds, we'll never know for sure
You'll probably sell your soul a million dollars out the door
I probably give 2 to the lady sitting outside the store
And her reply, would be "Thank the Lord and God bless you son, ma, I could't ask for more"
[Hook]
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus we're worth more in a cell, than in the state
We're worth more in a cell, than in the state
I said
Bless
Bless
Yo
[Hook]
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus you're worth more in a cell, than in the state
Worth more in a cell, than in the state
I said me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus you're worth more in a cell, than in the state
You're worth more in a cell, than in the state
[Verse: Xuice]
Today a pig got away with murder, murder
Can a man get away with ounces (Uh-uh) I doubt it
What do you know about it
Every year the penal system gets 40 thousand
But every single prisoner it takes 20 to house them (20)
Let's do the math, what happens to that other half (Huh?)
Tell me who's counting (Gee)
Like dracula, drinking blood from Africa
Oil from Afghanistan, coming and selling it back to us
Yo that shit is mad corrupt, it's 2012
Know it's wrapping up, may as well start strapping up
Boys are coming after us, even gladiators
Shouts to Maximus
My homies doing crimes just to have enough
Hopefully he don't do time for a bag of dust
Hopefully he's slapping mind when he's bagging up
All of them point fours
Cus what tomorrow holds, we'll never know for sure
You'll probably sell your soul a million dollars out the door
I probably give 2 to the lady sitting outside the store
And her reply, would be "Thank the Lord and God bless you son, ma, I could't ask for more"
[Hook]
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Me don't give a buck, how much you make
Cus we're worth more in a cell, than in the state
We're worth more in a cell, than in the state
I said