Verse 1: Homeboy SandmanBack in QU momma worked for City Harvest
She knew that Congress didn't care about who the Reagan era hit the hardest
She never bought me none of the fancy garments
It hurt her watching people eat from out the garbage
She wanted to do her part to help em progress
She knew that even more than any possessions or expensive fancy objects
They needed something to digest
We'd already been cleaning out our closet
Headed straight to the Salvation Army station for deposit
My mommy, had figured out that everyone passed the mailroom while they was walking through the lobby
So that was probably, the best location
For some boxes set up to collect donations
She left a box that said "for help to feed the needy"
And everybody read it except for cats that failed at reading
And even though some punks had tagged it up with some graffiti
When I came to check it out the following evening it was filled with canned goods
HookLife gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Canned goods
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can't eat out of cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Verse 2: Homeboy SandmanAfter the earthquake in Haiti
People gave a damn for like almost a month maybe
Not saying their emotion was fugazi
But pretty much we outta touch mainly
But, my homey Alice saw the whole thing as a challenge
She spent her dough and time on trying to equalize the balance
Her point was doing nothing was the same as doing malice
I personally thought her point was pretty valid
She built a bill and got a venue
And vowed to make a dent where other heads would just pretend to
A member of a hip hop fellowship she made up her mind to have a hip hop benefit
The price to get in was a measly couple beans
But if you brought some food or clothes then you could roll for free
That night I asked her how much she had made
Barely nothing
Almost everyone that came had gone and paid with canned goods
Hook
Verse 3: Homeboy SandmanHurricane Irene
Had everyone in NYC OD'ing
The week before there was an earthquake
Now cats preparing for the worst case
And everybody's talking about HAARP
Hypothesizing how apocalypse about to start
And how Illuminati's reaching their goal
As far as global population control
By the time this song runs out
Will Occupy Wall Street's time run out?
I look around
It has been whack for the black and brown
But now it's even cats out in Five Towns won't pipe down
The world is turning upside down
So much for getting it popping in the hood
Now even spots where cats be trading stock they stocking up on canned goods
Hook
Verse 1: Homeboy SandmanBack in QU momma worked for City Harvest
She knew that Congress didn't care about who the Reagan era hit the hardest
She never bought me none of the fancy garments
It hurt her watching people eat from out the garbage
She wanted to do her part to help em progress
She knew that even more than any possessions or expensive fancy objects
They needed something to digest
We'd already been cleaning out our closet
Headed straight to the Salvation Army station for deposit
My mommy, had figured out that everyone passed the mailroom while they was walking through the lobby
So that was probably, the best location
For some boxes set up to collect donations
She left a box that said "for help to feed the needy"
And everybody read it except for cats that failed at reading
And even though some punks had tagged it up with some graffiti
When I came to check it out the following evening it was filled with canned goods
HookLife gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Canned goods
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can't eat out of cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Verse 2: Homeboy SandmanAfter the earthquake in Haiti
People gave a damn for like almost a month maybe
Not saying their emotion was fugazi
But pretty much we outta touch mainly
But, my homey Alice saw the whole thing as a challenge
She spent her dough and time on trying to equalize the balance
Her point was doing nothing was the same as doing malice
I personally thought her point was pretty valid
She built a bill and got a venue
And vowed to make a dent where other heads would just pretend to
A member of a hip hop fellowship she made up her mind to have a hip hop benefit
The price to get in was a measly couple beans
But if you brought some food or clothes then you could roll for free
That night I asked her how much she had made
Barely nothing
Almost everyone that came had gone and paid with canned goods
Hook
Verse 3: Homeboy SandmanHurricane Irene
Had everyone in NYC OD'ing
The week before there was an earthquake
Now cats preparing for the worst case
And everybody's talking about HAARP
Hypothesizing how apocalypse about to start
And how Illuminati's reaching their goal
As far as global population control
By the time this song runs out
Will Occupy Wall Street's time run out?
I look around
It has been whack for the black and brown
But now it's even cats out in Five Towns won't pipe down
The world is turning upside down
So much for getting it popping in the hood
Now even spots where cats be trading stock they stocking up on canned goods
Hook
Verse 1: Homeboy SandmanBack in QU momma worked for City Harvest
She knew that Congress didn't care about who the Reagan era hit the hardest
She never bought me none of the fancy garments
It hurt her watching people eat from out the garbage
She wanted to do her part to help em progress
She knew that even more than any possessions or expensive fancy objects
They needed something to digest
We'd already been cleaning out our closet
Headed straight to the Salvation Army station for deposit
My mommy, had figured out that everyone passed the mailroom while they was walking through the lobby
So that was probably, the best location
For some boxes set up to collect donations
She left a box that said "for help to feed the needy"
And everybody read it except for cats that failed at reading
And even though some punks had tagged it up with some graffiti
When I came to check it out the following evening it was filled with canned goods
HookLife gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Canned goods
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can't eat out of cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Life gets out of hand
Have nots and can'ts eat out cans
The canned goods
Other food spoils much quicker
The spoils go to the victors
Verse 2: Homeboy SandmanAfter the earthquake in Haiti
People gave a damn for like almost a month maybe
Not saying their emotion was fugazi
But pretty much we outta touch mainly
But, my homey Alice saw the whole thing as a challenge
She spent her dough and time on trying to equalize the balance
Her point was doing nothing was the same as doing malice
I personally thought her point was pretty valid
She built a bill and got a venue
And vowed to make a dent where other heads would just pretend to
A member of a hip hop fellowship she made up her mind to have a hip hop benefit
The price to get in was a measly couple beans
But if you brought some food or clothes then you could roll for free
That night I asked her how much she had made
Barely nothing
Almost everyone that came had gone and paid with canned goods
Hook
Verse 3: Homeboy SandmanHurricane Irene
Had everyone in NYC OD'ing
The week before there was an earthquake
Now cats preparing for the worst case
And everybody's talking about HAARP
Hypothesizing how apocalypse about to start
And how Illuminati's reaching their goal
As far as global population control
By the time this song runs out
Will Occupy Wall Street's time run out?
I look around
It has been whack for the black and brown
But now it's even cats out in Five Towns won't pipe down
The world is turning upside down
So much for getting it popping in the hood
Now even spots where cats be trading stock they stocking up on canned goods
Hook