hunger pangs

i give thanks to the creator 'cause my life is blessed

and wish all the haters nothing but the best

this is infamous 'till the name wear out

clock run out

sun burn out and all hell freezes over

when babylon fall

i'll be by the shoulder

of the most high

laughing my balls off like good riddance

until then i'll be in the soup kitchen

cookin' up shit like this for poverty stricken

under privileged

brothers and sisters

we're soldiers of the global resistance

forgive me

for being late

i was goin' through some things

i had to come of age and go through growing pains

you don't realize what you got 'till it's gone

i had to lose it all to see what i was doing wrong

i was stripped bare down to my soul and burnt out

then rose like a phoenix through the fire

these people get fat while we starve and go through hell

nobody looking for no hand out

we offer our skills

in return for a little scraps

and on the glass

i seen you laugh when i turned my back

they say revenge is a sweet dish best served cold

but fuck that i need mine fresh off the stove

yeah it's best served cold

but fuck that i need mine fresh

my

my stomach touching my spine

my

my belly aches

my

my headaches

make me start showing my fangs

hunger pangs

hunger pangs

waiting for the sun to awake

and bring me a better day

make me start showing my fangs

hunger pangs

hunger pangs

in a world full of hatred

insanity and vanity

we all forget the basics

destroying what is sacred

often lose patience for instant gratifications

whether tail that you're chasing or the numbers like the matrix

well this is cash bills unplugged

the flow's medicated

those with their brain on drugs

heavily sedated

sleep walking through it all

with plans to run the city

i'm just out here for a jog

and i'm about to walk it off

cause i ain't racing y'all lames

ringing bells

long as i jingle like small change

and keep the small thing right in the boot

was in the club

some niggas wanted my loot

i'm outside

i feel incredible

miss angelou poetical

giving all my caged birds a better view

a better me

a better you

my nigga mills be home in a few

they gave him 10

he got two more to do

i'm still

brothers dyin'

mother's cryin'

police wyldin'

they actin' like tyrants

we hear the sirens

get in the crib

man they still tryna change where i live

i'm waitin' for it

my

my stomach touching my spine

my

my belly aches

my

my headaches

make me start showing my fangs

hunger pangs

hunger pangs

waiting for the sun to awake

and bring me a better day

make me start showing my fangs

hunger pangs

hunger pangs