Übersetzung: Passion. Wir sind hungrig.
Prayer] Lord, We stand here, As the desperate people Hungry for the things of You Come quiet the storms, That rage all around us So that we hear The passion
lies Where are you? You trippin, you must be lost and hypnotized Where are you? You must be runnin Where are you? You must be runnin Where are you? You
when you rap you be babblin Later you broke playin askin +Why+ like Jada (like Jada, like Jada) [Outro:] [echo] ["Starvin MC"] ["Hungry-hungry-hungry
, Earl's got a wife, and we call her... Wife. We don't know her name, because she's never really said that much. For the longest time, we thought she
t you see I'm still in love with you It's a faithless world we're livin' in When I turn around and there you are with my best friend Sometimes when you pass
: [Eve] Come on, huh Come on, yo, yo, yo Some people blond peeps, red banjies Some are moving quickly, outta town How they gonna find her moving swiftly
the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move
now my aquisitions are merging Streets are your, executions are murders, these goons will worship Like methological gods, beating impossible odds Comparable in the hood to killing thousands of cops Pass
these creeps in the business Creep with the biscuit, I'm peril when the fiends are vendicted Lights the American Nightmare - the trees of the wicked We
m above the law How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga Multiple cars and divas with
the back We gaffle and cap, won't be raffled to strap We travel in packs, might see us comin' the day You better tuck in your chain when you see us coming your way My pockets are
dead, we the reason it died Wasn't Sylvia's fault or 'cause MC's skills are loss It's 'cause we can't see ourselves as a boss Deep rooted through
by then them hoods woulda pushed their way in our apartment And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects Watchin' them older niggaz pass
ya'll are thinking I'm trash Loving the taste of success and this drink in my glass Watch 'em cosign that whack shit, give it a pass till it's gone Quicker
it clean. a keeps it copaseptic A little boys and girls their heads are all collected. A not crazy. a per se Just a little strange when he gets hungry
neighbour, I trudge, So judge me for my labour, Lobotomy ensures my good behavior The constant struggle ensures my insanity. Passing the indifference ensures the struggle for my family We're hungry
the Corner of the Third World Hungry men will close their minds Ideas are not their food Notions fall on stony ground Where passions are subdued Colour are
