[Hook: ManKind]
You’re dying from your diet
So when they throw salt, you need more fries
Some more fries, more fries
Pork rinds, pork rinds. Hah
You’re dying from your diet, but when they throw
Salt, you need more fries, more fries
More fries, more fries, pork rinds
Pork rinds, pork rinds
[Verse 1: JMNOP]
Yo, I’m bigger than
I ever been—no, really, it’s like my clothes never fit
Got some Lo wears that I can’t even get my belly in
People stop and stare ‘cause them stairs be the deadliest
N@TE baked some cookies, and I ate, like, ten and shit
(Damn!) I hardly ever feel energized, a problem
That I recognize, but still find time for Kenny Fried
Chinese food too take advantage of the poor niggas
Lunch special, free beverage laced with the corn syrup (MSG)
Most of my favorite foods are dipped in lard
Taking on a new definition of living large
The chemicals? They pack ‘em in our favorite bag of chips, and when we
Go and read the packaging, you can’t even pronounce this shit
(What’s that say?) First Lady speaking on the podium (Uh huh)
While the FDA is still sprinkling on the sodium
Companies deny it’s their fault
Well, fuck it. Would you like some fries to go with your salt?
[Verse 2: Kaila Paulino]
Sobrecito, sobrecito seasoned with
Adobo—call it “soul rico.” Get that [?]
[?], corner store feed the babies coochie
Frito. My people, our people
So praise the Sun, planting root, fresh food
Rise to moon, harvest many fruit, and nurture
Flowers, plant pollenating, sweet healing. Murder
Us slowly, pharmaceuties catching deals and
Kills, doctors say, “Beware, his wisdom too real”
Trying to eat on dollar how it feel. All-organic
Land been colonized, they nurture steel
Driscoll’s, pay a penny for a meal
Still buying berries ‘cause it will reduce your bill
Capitalism, capital punishment for all that live by
Massa’s heel (Capitalism, capital punishment). Uprise, free
The Earth, live lifted, never ever kneel
[Verse 3: Luce Change]
The other
Day, I met four men singing Southern Blues
All chugging brews, all in sullen moods
Eating pork rinds, age 65 and better. Had to
Ask ‘em what was wrong—I knew it wasn’t the weather
They said, “Young man, we used to travel together
Singing for the world, black, white, whatever. Sal-
-tine kept the country divided, but we was clever. When he
Folded it in half, we glued coats together”
I said, “Holy crap, that’s dope. What happened next?”
They said, “Well, around that time, to see success as
A black man, you had to be Band-Aid-tan or dance
Off shoe whenever they forced you—we couldn’t do it
Just thinking back is upsetting me—wow. They only
Build you up to break you down mentally now. It’s like
Our own backyard became enemy grounds, and this is
‘Round the same they Fried Kennedy’s crown
There used to be Five Guys playing in my crew
‘Til they did a drive-thru and murdered my guy Drew
It was Officer McDonald—he sniff Coke and drink it
Undercover cop, pig in a blanket
I ran into him two years after he killed Drew. They used to
Let cops go scot-free, and they still do. He said
‘I challenge you to forgive.’ I said, ‘Fuck that!’ He’s so
Gone—ain’t a challenge that could bring my nigga back
So now we stand on the corner, humming the best of
The old don’t remember the younger respect us
The Beast scared us into selling nectar, now everyone in the
Sector needs a checkup—call that high blood pressure”
His story made me shed too if you asking
They chewed through him like they chewed through Jackson
He offered me gin. I told, “I don’t really drink, but you could
Pass the pork skins, Charlie ‘Choo Choo’ Brackins”
[Outro: Kaila Paulino]
Cotton Club?!? You mean Club Deluxe, or what used to be Club Deluxe. It was everything the name promised. Those fish fritters, those collard greens—back when Drew and the crew used to turn that place out! Before McDonald’s crooked ass shot him. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t see it myself. The only trace of Club Deluxe left now at that Cotton Club is what they let walk through the back door and force into the spotlight
