I Got Bread

I attended Bread for the World's National Gathering a few weeks ago and had a fantastic time. One of the performances was by a spoken word artists and this is something he performed. It really hit home and made me even more excited for my time in Boston.

I Got Bread:

I got a dollar in my pocket

And a million ideas in my head

Thanking the Lord I got bread

Thanking the Lord I got bread

I’m thanking the Lord I got bread

And I’m steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Eyes pierce struggle in a trance focused

Steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Throwing up my hands cuz I am so blessed

Yea, it’s like everyday I wake up

Everybody around me is trying to get their cake up

Everybody trying to survive and stay alive

People be like ‘where is the God in a 9 to 5?’

What you gon’ do?

In the hood they be shooting

Drugs a problem too –

in the ‘burbs they be shooting up.

And we battling upstream

And I be looking crazy when I begin to sing

Tell them ‘bout the joy

Enough with all the sorrow

Tears falling tonight

but you can smile tomorrow

I ain’t telling stories but I pray you catch the moral

On my shoulders you can lean and my ears you can borrow

Where the hope at? Put it in the air

We getting too comfortable with the hunger in the air

Yea we gotta respond with something

And it’s about time that I come with the triumphant

I got a dollar in my pocket

And a million ideas in my head

Thanking the Lord I got bread

Thanking the Lord I got bread

Thanking the Lord I got bread

And I’m steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Eyes pierce struggle in a trance focused

Steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Throwing up my hands cuz I am so blessed

Eyes straight, head tilted down

Looking at an angle

Staring at their phones,

but I’m lookin up towards the angels

Pleading ‘Lord please will you show me the way

I can show the people you so they can get through the day?’

I ain’t selling miracles no money making schemes

But necessity, I hear it though, for tummy aches and screams

People looking for love in jewelry and salaries

Hustlers move weight like Jared moved calories

Dudes mugging, no Folgers involved

People trying to survive only see the smoke and the fog

Go from doing all right to where hope is dissolved

And they’re something like August ‘cause they’re close to a fall.

Yea aww man how I wish I could take away their pangs

Now I’m feeling childish:

I gotta ask my Daddy

(I don’t possess His type of splendor)

I’m all grown up now I know when I should surrender

I got a dollar in my pocket

And a million ideas in my head

Thanking the Lord, I give bread

Thanking the Lord, I give bread

I’m thanking the Lord, I give bread

And I’m steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Eyes pierce struggle in a trance focused

Steady on the grind cuz the ants don’t rest

Throwing up my hands cuz I am so blessed

© 2013 Rodney “J Prophet” Reynolds for Peace and Power Media