The Longshots - Hunger Music lyrics
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[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's something I gotta do [Announcer:] And here's another old friend... devotes his life to righting wrong, protecting the innocent, and punishing the guilty.. never seen, only heard... the names of persons and faces have 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 man Who ain't never had a full stomach in his whole life Bred to scar society, I fight, on cold nights for a chance to see the sun A 9 to 5 soldier, blue collar scholar, on my cot by the window Watchin the city sleepin, in deep thought, noddin off reminiscin How my mom used to tickle the ivories of my ribs with her fingertips When I was a kid to which, she sang a melody Intrigued by the pain in her voice I asked her what it's called She paused then responds: it's Hunger Music Hunger pangs plague the frame of who produced it Then the strain makes the brain just lose it The past was a class, the present is a prison, the future is a vision Livin life is my religion. tighten my belt to the last hole I'm ready for war In a loincloth, my turn to grab a hold of the conch The time is upon us, in God we trust Like a pregnant teen on the bus, nigga all eyes on us [Crayon:] (uh) Cock back and bust, at anyone posing a threat to us Any and everything is potentially dangerous When cornered Me and my niggaz grew up with empty stomachs By now we wrecked our brains wit hunger pains enormous Spiritually warring, a lot of young soldiers have fallen Hoping that heaven would help us to make it out the shelters Warming my fingers with fire inside I'm slowly dying Some vow allegiance to riding but reveal they really lying And I'm trying, but everyday's a struggle Sometimes I wanna say fuck it and find another hustle But I can't... I wrote too many raps to look back Weak minded niggaz think that they can always sell crack But to exist you must evolve so when you get to this record My son will be one and I'll probably see the birth of my second Life under pressure We pray and hope you get through it Paragraphs is therapeutic We prove it though Hunger Music That makes you hunger for more, coming back through that door Recognizing the sounds you can't ignore [Hook] [Rock Shabazz:] It's Hunger Music Hunger pangs plague the frame of who produced it Then the strain makes the brain just lose it Just loop it The vicious circle, over and over FAMINE strikes your soul, DEATH looks over your shoulder A WAR going on inside no man is safe from A DISEASE, you'll die but first you feast At the last supper I'll separate the beat Then pass it around the table cuz my brothers gotta eat It's Hunger Music, the bassline is the stomach growling Of a hundred thousand kids in the project housings The kick and the snare is they feet up the stairs Run to the fridge, looking for food that isn't there Sample their pleas, press 'em on vinyls and CD's Ship 'em here and overseas so the wealthy can see Niggaz bang your cups against the bars, Longshots against the odds Slam your spoon against the bowls Break the rules, against the codes The chances are slim but we rich if we win So plug in the microphones and let the healing begin And let it ring from the streets, to the clubs, to the pen For the Father, son and the holy spirit, amen
