Intro (by Iesha Jaco & Lupe Fiasco)

[Intro: Iesha Jaco]
Food and Liquor stores rest on every corner
From 45th and State to the last standin, Henry Horner
J&J's, Harold Chicken, good finger lickin'
While they sin, gin, sin sin at Rothschild 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
The rock braids, Air Force Ones and Timbs
They drink Hennessey, Hypnotiq and 40's
They call their women hoes, bust-downs and shorties
They keep funeral homes in business and gunshot wards of hospitals full
Prisons packed, bubbling 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 re-installment 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


[Lupe Fiasco]
*recites Muslim prayer*

This is dedicated.. to my grandmother
Peace!... and much love to you.

Yeah!... and it starts
1st and, 15th, 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, nuttin more... and nuttin less
Yes, FNF, uh huh! So...
With no further ado...

Lupe... Fiasco's... Food & Liquor