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essam muhammad - for the bread lyrics

[verse 1: essam]
riding in the bucket with the engine smokin’
no direction where he headed
but he feel emotion
lot of stories never told
he was taught to hold it
living really reckless
feeling death approachin’
intoxicated on the interstate
land of no religion
never focused on the inner state
live and die by the gun
now his life he waste
treat ops like alcoholics
they get shots to face
feelin’ like tay kay
now he did the race
even if he see the morning
that’s by god’s grace
all it takes is the right time in the wrong place
one moment change your life
can’t rewind fate
walking to my grave
till i’m put inside this earth
roads were never paved
so i gotta do some dirt
livin’ in a maze
just tryna find a way
i wanna know faith
but i never stop and pray

[chorus: essam]
just for the bread, he let the toast fly
the same ones you smokin’ with you get smoked by
got a change for a 20 by his waistline
the streets callin’ if he answer he gon’ face time
just for the bread, he let the toast fly
the same ones you smokin’ with you get smoked by
got a change for a 20 by his waistline
the streets callin’ if he answer he gon’ face time

[bridge: essam]
gotta keep this heat the streets too cold
where i’m from weakness never show
to hold this deen like holding coal
the way you live, the way you go

[verse 2: akh on the block]
he lost so many lives
cos of 45s and knives
never really alive
the story of how he died:
don’t act so surprised
knew he wouldn’t survive
you ain’t notice all the pain
that he hid behind his eyes
see his pockets was full
but his soul was deprived
it ain’t a game, he died
and can’t get revived
he was a yung’n
he made a name with his sk!lls hoopin’
his city lost the sonics but he was still shootin’
every akh, had a glock
and he had to stay strapped in
standing ovations, everybody was clappin’
young man dead
because of an act of vengeance
this dunya is a prison
but most don’t get a life sentence
he did what he had to
and considered it a sacrifice
but imagine pushing keys
and getting locked out of paradise

[bridge: essam]
gotta keep this heat the streets too cold
where i’m from weakness never show
to hold this deen like holding coal
the way you live, the way you go

[verse 3: youssef kromah]
my boombox boom#pop
to the beat of a new pac
cocooned thoughts somewhere between
kendrick lamar and 2pac
there’s june#hot
a lever higher than moonrocks
i’m from the boondocks
from the same poverty that groomed thots
but assume not
‘cos i’m everything that a coon not
i’m from where blue cops
leave black boys in maroon tops
there’s two shots
leave us dead in them school lots
and i ain’t mad at you, king
i’m just here to tell you
that everything that glitters ain’t gold
that your black skin ain’t a reflection of your soul
and that snapback you got on your dome
that ain’t chrome
that ain’t your crown
and that block you trap on [?]
‘cos it’s blocking you from your throne, son
can’t see sun
son 6 foot#five
but he ain’t grown
you ain’t deep
you’re a p#wn
running from kings
ready to die over concrete
over bricks, over stone
over kingdom that ain’t your own
don’t get your sun set ‘cos your set put you on

[outro: essam]
just for the bread, he let the toast fly
the same ones you smokin’ with you get smoked by

- essam muhammad lyrics

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