I could only speak metaphorically
I could only see what was given to me
People expect the worst, they want me violent
They want me banging on my chest causing riots
Riptides that cause the earth to shake
The only reason I’ll ever play it safe
Life is the only woman I’ll ever chase
But I’ll go first before my father’s time pass
He got regret to live with,
He ain't finish his current sentence…
Things I forget to mention when I’m questioned,
“what if I did this, would you act this way?
What if I changed the way I speak?
Would we still have a shift?”
It’s the hunger that I crave
It’s the reason I don’t shave
The reason I keep old shirts with tomato stains
To remind me where I come from
To remind the business that I stand on.
“There's a war’s goin' on outside, no man is safe from”
Blinded by the lives we see on tiny screens
Children having children,
Then cycles repeat…
It’s the growing up with voodoo being practiced
The dangers of Santeria,
Its what that red wine’ll do to you
The dangers of sangria,
I’ll speak in tongues the shepherd wouldn’t understand
I’ll speak in rhythm while they’re off beat
I’ll speak in loyalty while they try and cheat
It’s the hunger that I crave
It’s the reason I’m not safe
If I could understand the hate you give,
We’d be the chosen few to gain inner peace
The handful that would say please
I never understood sin
How am I supposed to teach my kin?
Teach him to love himself, and don’t depend
Teach the reason man gave half his rib
It’s the hunger.