Michael Franti & Spearhead

Food For The Masses

Michael Franti & Spearhead


I love family 
'cause family brings inspirations 
one love to you and peace to all the nations 
Aztlan the Puerto Rican and Jamaican 
the African the Maori, Kouri and the Haitian 
on the chocolate reservation 
I'll take a hit and then pass the information 
to the left hand side and 
keep providin', pride and, 
sustenance and guidance 
Mass Hysteria fools breaking down the barrier 
militant cliques big up the area 
put your fist in the air now, 
show me that cha care now 
and that cha really know how 
Don't get thee behind me Satan 
I'll keep thee in front so I can kick thee in the ass and 
assassinate all your wicked inventions 
your new world order and your global intentions 
not to mention the department of corrections 
makin' money off of people in detention 
doin' time for possessions 
countin' the days in the dark they buildin' up aggressins 
progressions all the dirty lessons 
in the belly of the beast only God hears confessions 
Geronimo Pratt's still sittin' in the cellar 
done as many years as they did Mandela 
Parole board wanted to know are you remorseful 
how could I be becouse I didn't do the crime yo 
y'alls the Motha fucka's that's guilty 
lockin' me in solitary eight years of filthy 
kill the messanger, you can't kill the message 
yo I'm bringin' food for the masses 

(Chorus) 
For the Masses for the masses 
mental food food for the masses 
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true 
For the Masses for the masses 
mental food food for the masses 
for the masses for the masses for the true for the true 

So let's eat have a seat 
call the Maitre D' 
commencin' with the riddim 
I get open on the beat 
let 'em say what they say about the way that we be 
it's the year two triple O 
They can't stop we 
Aw'ight, Sellassie I the book unfolds 
I write 'cause half the story has never been told so 
No one can stop it the whole world's droppin out the socket 
Blowin' up, like NASA when I rock it 
the high tech ways of the civilized man 
can't stand my people but ya love the sun tan 
Fly the space shuttle like dancer and prancer 
you nuke the north pole now you got skin cancer 
the answer you see I'm fly like Lufthansa 
you can Valujet but you takin' big chances 
on crashes. Change your name like Cassius 
the classes be making food for the masses 
then shift to a speed that's common for the listeners 
MC's and wanna be street politicians 
in competition with the envious visions 
they chasin' paper dollars to a pop chart prison 
but listen this isn't me against you 
'cause the whole world's checking out the things that we do 
ya sold your soul to the Saint Ide's brew 
that's aw'ight I like the Sprite in you 

(Chorus)