American Hunger (the Last Supper) lyrics

Born in America, land of the freeFor the right price that's how it will beI know my existence is really politicalSlipped through the cracks from the era selling crackMurders, put in jail, still didn't crackShot up, paralyzed, bullet in my backBrain power, made dough, it didn't hold me backPain's joy, hit song, didn't hold backIt rained blood, can't front, didn't hold backLast meal, dinner served, didn't hold backAbout to leave music, film is where it's atPlus radio suckas never play meFCC listens and wanna slay meIf you want Hot 97, don't save meNo pay, no luck, so they hate meThe DJs are scared and they motherfucking shakyThe white people who own it, they act real snakeyI dwell in the underground; the fan base will make meFuck commercial radio, they can't break meShots fired, God had to kill me to awake meI learn patience as I wait for him to take meI learn patience as I wait for him to take meAs I learn about life I get strongerThanks for getting American Hunger