Hunger Music lyrics

[Sample:][Man:] Malley? Malley? Any news for you?[Malley:] Yeah, bad news[Man:] Gee, tough luck kid[Malley:] Yeah but I ain't through yet. Before they burn me there'ssomething I gotta do[Announcer:] And here's another old friend... devotes his life to rightingwrong, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty..never seen, only heard... the names of persons and faceshave been altered to protect the identity of those concerned[Malley:] I ain't scared. I ain't![Rock Shabazz:]Yo! You're now in tune to the sounds of a manWho ain't never had a full stomach in his whole lifeBred to scar society, I fight, on cold nights for a chance to see the sunA 9 to 5 soldier, blue collar scholar, on my cot by the windowWatchin the city sleepin, in deep thought, noddin off reminiscinHow my mom used to tickle the ivories of my ribs with her fingertipsWhen I was a kid to which, she sang a melodyIntrigued by the pain in her voice I asked her what it's calledShe paused then responds: it's Hunger MusicHung
er pangs plague the frame of who produced itThen the strain makes the brain just lose itThe past was a class, the present is a prison, the future is a visionLivin life is my religion. tighten my belt to the last hole I'm ready for warIn a loincloth, my turn to grab a hold of the conchThe time is upon us, in God we trustLike a pregnant teen on the bus, nigga all eyes on us[Crayon:](uh) Cock back and bust, at anyone posing a threat to usAny and everything is potentially dangerousWhen corneredMe and my niggaz grew up with empty stomachsBy now we wrecked our brains wit hunger pains enormousSpiritually warring, a lot of young soldiers have fallenHoping that heaven would help us to make it out the sheltersWarming my fingers with fire inside I'm slowly dyingSome vow allegiance to riding but reveal they really lyingAnd I'm trying, but everyday's a struggleSometimes I wanna say fuck it and find another hustleBut I can't... I wrote too many raps to look backWeak minded niggaz think that they can a
lways sell crackBut to exist you must evolve so when you get to this recordMy son will be one and I'll probably see the birth of my secondLife under pressureWe pray and hope you get through itParagraphs is therapeuticWe prove it though Hunger MusicThat makes you hunger for more, coming back through that doorRecognizing the sounds you can't ignore[Hook][Rock Shabazz:]It's Hunger MusicHunger pangs plague the frame of who produced itThen the strain makes the brain just lose itJust loop itThe vicious circle, over and overFAMINE strikes your soul, DEATH looks over your shoulderA WAR going on inside no man is safe fromA DISEASE, you'll die but first you feastAt the last supperI'll separate the beatThen pass it around the table cuz my brothers gotta eatIt's Hunger Music, the bassline is the stomach growlingOf a hundred thousand kids in the project housingsThe kick and the snare is they feet up the stairsRun to the fridge, looking for food that isn't thereSample their pleas, press 'em on
vinyls and CD'sShip 'em here and overseas so the wealthy can seeNiggaz bang your cups against the bars, Longshots against the oddsSlam your spoon against the bowls Break the rules, against the codesThe chances are slim but we rich if we winSo plug in the microphones and let the healing beginAnd let it ring from the streets, to the clubs, to the penFor the Father, son and the holy spirit, amen