Mf Grimm - American Hunger (The Last Supper) lyrics

rate me

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