I dedicate this to people all over the world that’s just like me, this is for those who have not, if you’re listening

Verse 1:
Ain’t nobody fighting for the poor no more
It seems what we fighting for we ain’t sure no more
How we reelect Bush after 9-11?
Now I’m certain we born to hell then we die to heaven
We the victims ‘cause ours is the hill of shame
For the innocent children that we killed or maimed
Children from the third world that was born to mourn
See ‘em weep for their freedom and [?] for [?]
While we live on like gluttons and ignore the suffering
I swear we the wives of hate and evil’s our husband
Ain’t it something how we can go from marches with Martin
To Sharpton ain’t even good enough to run for office
I think it’s awkward, it ought to be stopped
In the name of those who have not if you’re listening
I think it’s awkward, it ought to be stopped
And this is for those who have not if you’re listening

Chorus:
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not

Verse 2:
Ya brothers rapping about crack need to know the truth
My mother was the one you probably even sold it to
I owe it to you, them nights she was missing from trickin’
Slittin’ her wrists in the kitchen and wishing
She was deceased, Denise was her name
But Denise is your sister so you should be ashamed
Denise is your auntie so you should be to blame
Since Denise is your people with needles in her veins
And I’m your brother, [?] son
I know what it is to be broke, believe me, son
I know what it is to think coke can feed me son
I got truth, I don’t need these ones
Or need these guns to feel safe when I walk the streets
I got peace, why need a piece?
Ya need relief you can’t find inside of a crack rock
And this is for those who have not if you’re listening

Chorus:
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not

Verse 3:
Some of us have not but wanna have lots
And since greed is our god, we worship what cats got
But that’s not the path that O’hene walks
I find fault with that path or I’m taught
We shouldn’t gain the world and lose our soul
And so wisdom is better than platinum and gold
I know it’s kinda hard, you ain’t tryna starve
There’s a lot involved when you can’t find a job
Minimum wage ain’t cuttin’ it
I know many a nights I felt budget-less and hard-pressed
But God bless the child that can hold his own
We all have our destiny, he controls his own
So soldiers gone and ask for lot
You suffered your whole lifetime having not
From the past of Lot, we surpassed the flocks
The story of those who have not if you’re listening

Chorus:
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not
To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not

To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not

To every hood and to every hamlet
I feel your pain and I understand it
This is a song for the average guy
Like me who grew up simply having not