looked right in front of a khan (?) Said that it was real sweet Sumthin' I would keep I live like a Gipsy Rap till I'm empty Fly like a Frisbee But hung
read me my rights, and all I could think about was my wife Got to the station, called Jay Lee He said "It ain't nothin' I can do for ya homie" Hung up
vest and name belt(?) When I was scarred by the game and the pain felt Excruciatin', no duplicatin' this fury Look at the lawyer with a grin for the hung
be done, in other words I'm leaving on top You mad at me huh, believe it won't stop The love it's much stronger you can not break my hunger [Chorus1
to know i'm not playin' I'm spittin serious bitches need to know what I'm sayin Fuck, it aint a game no more this is realness All the way out to Cali
every way More the same I'm going insane Every day in every way I play the game Look...Look...Look how he suffers Need...Heal... Feed my hunger The urge
she said I'm and evil man, I am evil.... Ooohh Ooooh Ooooh Ooooh Got that hunger do you, got that hunger do you Got that hunger do you Got that hunger
in wallet but none in mine Divorced from want and oblivious to The unfortunates of humankind... And meanwhile, half a world away A baby cries, dying of hunger
extraction. The native people were poisoned. The ecosystem destroyed. And your money may have funded this action. Fragile bodies and hunger pain. Humanity
lives Hunger tomorrow, don?t apologize Justice from those to memorialize A hero A hero Cease fire, bomb fire, capitulate Guns in their hands abused for the game
and into more country Past Dyesburg into Ripley Where the ghost of childhood haunts me Wlak the roads my forefathers walked Climbed the trees my forefathers hung
You! Think this world we all live in Is a game! Well think again! Think again! Your ignorance rarely sympathizes with the truth It's just a never ending
understand they were sung by birds The sunlight burnt to disturb the earth When the gun-fight burst occured BAM!! WE land in your gut like hungar Sunk
s not a shame. You're not the hunted, you're not the aim. You just another dog with hunger pains I was so afraid that you'd become the game. I forgot
dreams It's the monsters that I conjure, It's the marijuana It's embarrassment, displacement, it's where I wander It's my genre, It's Madonna's videos It's game
hair I'm aware of that pain you harbor The same negative game to the names you martyr Apart from the details and substance and whatnot That hunger of
Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came
I've left is the breath and the will to prove the thesis It's difficult to figure out who to fear Gettin' older by the minute, younger by the year Will the hunger