Mecca Rebell - Dough From The Ghetto lyrics

[First Verse: Mecca Rebell] I guess you can say how I bring home the bread Is cannibalism turned on itself cause we feeding off the dead Zombies be s**as tradin' their soul for grams at a time Throwin' their life away for a quick high by me? That's fine s**a don't hate, hol' up lemme educate You don't know what it's like where I'm from how you can expect to relate? Where I reside it's either represent a gang or jail Self imposed purgatory or a government hell, well In this society to rise you must step on another shoulder Competition mang I gotta meet the quota Granted I'm doin' things I don't wanna But what's a man s'posed to do then to pack heat in a sauna I gots to bake the dough one way or another Mother's son but I'm the father figure Needa feed my sisters and mother What a man gots to do a man gots to do There ain't no other way this what saved meh and my familay Those who try to stop meh is the enemay Makin' it rain white haze green even in front of Lady Gray Drugs be the product customers be the dead yeah Doin' what I gotta do to bring home the bread [Second Verse] Bring it back bring it back second verse I'm a different man C.E.O. Of a corporation that rapes the land Whatever we can profit we cop it end of topic Got money feedin' the lawyers yo y'all can' stop it! There's no value in it if it don't bake the dough One slice ain't enough muf**a I want the whole loaf! With green so clean I slide my way through regulations Destruction for my resurrection yes, Hell creation The hell with the trees d**h to them bees look at 'em plead I laugh at the s**as that chant “Stop it please” It's dog eat dog s**a nasty world out here Relentless competition so there ain't no room for tears I do what I gots to do to remain on top Souls of the dead keep my bu*ter churnin' flame burnin' hot Rule of life, some get most and some get least With the bread I'm bakin' seems tonight I'm gonna have a feast