American Hunger (The Last Supper)

Born in America, land of the free
 For the right price that's how it will be
 I know my existence is really political
 Slipped through the cracks from the era selling crack
 Murders, put in jail, still didn't crack
 Shot up, paralyzed, bullet in my back
 Brain power, made dough, it didn't hold me back
 Pain's joy, hit song, didn't hold back
 It rained blood, can't front, didn't hold back
 Last meal, dinner served, didn't hold back
 About to leave music, film is where it's at
 Plus radio suckas never play me
 FCC listens and wanna slay me
 If you want Hot 97, don't save me
 No pay, no luck, so they hate me
 The DJs are scared and they motherfucking shaky
 The white people who own it, they act real snakey
 I dwell in the underground; the fan base will make me
 Fuck commercial radio, they can't break me
 Shots fired, God had to kill me to awake me
 I learn patience as I wait for him to take me
 I learn patience as I wait for him to take me
 As I learn about life I get stronger
 Thanks for getting American Hunger