| Food and liquor stores rest on every corner |
| From 45th and State to the last standing Henry Horner |
| J&J's, Harold’s Chicken, good finger lickin' |
| While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild’s and Kenwood Liquors |
| The winos crooked stagger meets the high stride of the youth |
| Searchin' for the truth |
| They rebel and raise hell across alleyways and in classroom settings |
| They get, high off that trunk bass and 20/20 rims |
| They rock braids, Air Force Ones, and Timbs |
| They drink Hennessy, Hypnotiq, and 40's |
| They call they women hoes, bust downs, and shorties |
| They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full |
| Prisons packed, bubblin' over in brown sugar |
| They keep empty, Westside lots crowded, hype’s powdered |
| The well is running dry |
| The days of Malcolm and Martin have ended |
| Our hope has descended and off to the side |
| Waiting for the reinstallment of the revolution |
| Because we are dying at the cost of our own pollution |
| But God has another solution, that has evolved from the hood |
| I present one who turns, the Fiasco to good |
| A’uzu billahi min ash shaitani r rajimi |
| Bismi 'llahi 'r-rahmani 'r-rahim |
| Dedicated, to my grandmother |
| Peace! And much love to you |
| Yeah! And it start |
| 1st and, 15, proudly present |
| You know what it is See. I got this philosophy right |
| I think the world and everything in it Is made up of a mix, of two things |
| You got your good, y’know, and your bad |
| You got your food, and your liquor |
| That’s right… Chilly Chill! |
| You already know, it’s a long time comin' |
| I give you my… I give you my heart |
| My soul, my mind my thoughts, my feelings |
| My experience, nothin' more, and nothin' less |
| Yes, FNF, uh-huh! So With no further ado… |
| Lupe Fiasco’s, «Food & Liquor» |