The words you hear the songs you sing The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes It's one for all and all for one We work together common sons Never
can Yo, you can rock on We keep going so you can Yo, you can rock on We keep going Nigga breathe can tell by how you rap you don't believe Ain't hungry
out baby, ride out. Eeooh [2x] ride it out baby ride out. (C'mon) [Verse 1:] Abre las puertas muy abiertas let the southwest shine. Hungry like I'm homeless
the common man And left us sittin' here without no plan Swimmin' through bills like Michael Phelps Down and out and can't get no help The kids are hungry
like my name was jason biggs im makin kids wanna grow up to be astronauts again 'cause they see bein an MC is not an option-win just a hungry motherfucker
shall now fall Oh all the wicked, oh the wicked The wicked man shall fall Every man is a common man And every common man has his plan But while the hungry
in need. And there are no guns, no bombs and no diseases, no hungry mouths to feed. From a distance, we are instruments, matching in a common band, playing
hunger stays I've been thinking about what I've been through All the good times, all the bad And anywhere in between the two There runs a common thread
seems like there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13 year old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets A hungry
you may doubt it But if you stop an' think about it There's one common thing that we've all got People from all countries come here because they're hungry
kill and now I must worship you You're invisible, I can't see you You're inaudible, I can't hear you Feed the hungry, clothe the naked Starve the hungry
something that's not so fun, math, and makes it offensive. What's a pirate minus the ship? Just a creative homeless guy, And an anteater plus a large hungry
perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person. just relax, if you wanna know me, here's two facts I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite. hungry hungry
or wanna get chill, I don't really care lil momma what's the deal! You've got a nice body, you're looking like a meal, I'm hungry, baby tell me how you
who tank around my neck represent respect nigga bout it full of fuckin' tattoos am I ??? its the drugs and bud nigga clique for the common soldier
greed and theft? Their blood stained flags are rags to our future, Tattered remnant of our individual rights. These rulers are common murderers and thieves
the river valley night falls on the mines and fields night falls on the night falls in the next time there's trouble needs there's dynamite under the porch me and my four kids are hungry
an eye socket full of needles and a will to die for nothing And that's glory abide thy crass itinerary barely suitable for common slum cats And the lemmings