Intro (spoken, raspy)
Ayy — when the block hungry, everything change. No muffins, no mercy.
Verse 1
Corner lights flicker like a stomach with no dream,
seen moms count coins like prayers, pockets tear at the seam.
School lunch lines wrap like traffic on a bad day,
youth trade futures for fast cash, sellin' hope away.
I watch the fridge full of echoes, plates cold as faith,
grandma prayin' louder than sirens on the interstate.
They cut the programs, raise the rents, sayin' "Hold tight,"
but holdin' on with empty palms ain't the same as fightin' right.
We hustle quiet, move the silence through the night,
when the ledger read "no bread," saw kin fold like light.
Hook / Chorus (repeated)
Nobody eat — plates empty, pots dry,
we prayin' for a miracle, city talkin', tellin' lies.
Nobody eat — babies cry, old men sigh,
we stackin' nothin' on the table while the clocks just fly.
Yeah, nobody eat — till the block get paid,
we takin' every inch of hope the system tried to fade.
Verse 2
Cousin flip scripts, now he frontin' like he made it,
but he ghost in the pantry, only courage he traded.
Pavement sermons, we confessin' to the cold,
parkin' lot confessions, dreams mortgaged and sold.
Politicians smile in camera lights, pockets tight,
say "we care," then auction the night for a billboard bright.
I seen kids with more bars than the phone can hold,
but they ain't hear the music—only echoes of the cold.
Mama slicin' last loaf like it's charity for two,
tellin' faith to stretch and make a miracle come through.
Hook / Chorus (repeated)
Nobody eat — plates empty, pots dry,
we prayin' for a miracle, city talkin', tellin' lies.
Nobody eat — babies cry, old men sigh,
we stackin' nothin' on the table while the clocks just fly.
Yeah, nobody eat — till the block get paid,
we takin' every inch of hope the system tried to fade.
Bridge (half-spoken, bitter)
You want receipts? Look at the playground—swing's rust, kids outta breath.
You want change? Start with the corner, not the speech set.
If the table's broke, we build a table — boards, nails, bloodlines thick,
we don't beg at the bank of promises — we print our own script.
Verse 3
So I lace my words like boots, stomp the claim on the block,
feed the hungry with my verses, invest in the stock of the block.
Cooked up soup from the trunk, passin' heat like a sermon,
teach the young how to hustle clean, keep the mind from vermin.
We organize the spoons, stack the plates like a plan,
no more waitin' for charity from a distant hand.
When the city sees us fed, then they'll know we got the keys,
till then we hold each other down, plant gardens in the breeze.
Ain't no mystery—when one of us eats, the hope repeats,
but while the cupboards hollow, we shoutin' through the streets.
Hook / Chorus (final, emphatic)
Nobody eat — plates empty, pots dry,
we prayin' for a miracle, city talkin', tellin' lies.
Nobody eat
Porque music
See you when I see you
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