Lyrics Hunger Pains - James Tucker III

Hhh
Ha
The devil tryna come in and terminate the mission
But let me start off by sayin'
Ha, Lord, I miss you
It's hard to keep prayin' when I'm in the same position
Faith without works is dead 'cuz I'm prayin' and missin'

Why would I keep prayin' if I, ain't go listen
And what I'm sayin' is The Truth so I ain't a christian
Naw foreal hold up Lord what's a christian
I don't fit into that, guess Imma misfit

They don't tell on them they just tell on others
And I ain't tryna be rude but how the hell are we brothas
Unless they got my old father then I guess we brothas
But I got too much sins that I just can't cover

And I pray I'm comin' clear 'cuz I ain't stu-stu stutter
Double take on the world 'cuz I lo-lo love you
Man I was prayin' that I need you then I get you and leave you
Too much talk about the devil like he the only deceiver

If you don't like what I'm sayin' then cut off the speakers
Man this ain't for the church but if you sick I could reach you
Now how can somebody teach you when you swear you a teacher
Man, and it ain't really no followers, it's too many leaders

If you don't know about shots from the front then how you a leader
You need to stop 'cuz you front where you leadin' the people
I miss that old path, Jesus, 'cuz it's too many homemade preachers
I pray you people get it keep us
You know we want da credit (ha) features

I pray somebody listen 'cuz I know what it's like
Man I was really (ah) left so I can show what is right
Whatchu know about bein' down and all ya peoples turn they backs
And you gotta get stab in you chest 'cuz ain't no room on your back

And you look at ya wrist 'cuz you want that line to go flat
But God won't let you die 'cuz He said it's purpose in that
Man this The Truth
It's not an act
Man bring that back 'cuz ion know how to act
It's better then da 80s
Crack
Some will say I'm crazy
Facts

And I'm hungry
I just don't agree with us goin' to church then we leave cussin'
The first thing people do is say "James ya judgin'"
He he he, Naw you got judging in you
My homies know The Truth we just not fakin like you

And we really know we unworthy we ain't hatin' like you
When I was on powder I ain't have a hallelujah
Loadin' up a choppa my mind thinkin' that I gotta do you

God took a powder head and then made him a power mover
At the end of all a this who's a loser
Naw, foreal baby who's a shooter
Haa ha
It's hunger pains
Huh, yes hunger pains
I'm hungry

Haaa lets go