sisters, brothers, childless mothers, from the motherland starvin
we from the north the land of pork and bumpin drakes room marvin
toronto niggas feelin marved and...
those not so near they sleep with fear, cuz they don't know what food tomorrow brings
clothes on their bodies skinny bodies, slavin sweat shops
now here's a boy got every toy, rockin a fitted and a G-shock
she shops while he stops pissin
dying of thirst mouths dry..throats killin
swallowin hurts.. fruit flies jus chillin
the final hours of his life he feels like speakin to the villan
why am i lying in this dirt while you consume, my race your killin
got millions eyeing for your scraps, continent feeds 11 billion
subtract 4 billion from the math, the population earth has livin
................now you KNOW that don't make sense
makin more food than we can spend
and while i'm throwin half my meal the poor stay droolin in suspense
food network makin art with meals, hey look thats cool..this carrot bends
now watch me roll this veggie car, watch how bored fools stay ignorant
who the fuck gave those fuckers a deal
could feed a village full of people with a zucchini steering wheel
and i probably sound crazy talking about this show, but if you seen, wouldn't believe it
if you seen it, you would know
lets change our shoes, in search of food, your son won't move, you gotta go
lets clear our minds and take the time, realize they'd use the food we throw
and i'm speakin to myself, i got to thinkin, gotta help
it clicked i'm blinded to the problem, people we're lying to ourselves
and see i know its much more easy, to put your conscience on a shelf
but shit aint right we're living wrong, if we could feel what they have felt
3rd world..ONE world
her son...your girl
don't take advantage of a blessing, the dumb believe these cards were dealt
they eat with greed, loosen there belts
it's up to us to make the change, or in the pot we all shall melt
Ismahan Ahmed
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