[Verse]
Before, when I was eatin', never said my grace
I just wish I was eatin' in a better place
Foster parents gave me canned meat instead of steak
That's why when people ask me to be patient, I will never wait
Last supper, back when I was barely fed a plate
Milk be in the fridge for three months, I tell 'em, "Check the date"
Money on the first, snеakers still second-rate
My mama's fuckin' brokе, so how we 'posed to catch a break?
Last supper, no disciples eatin' bread and wine
Same day, cookin' ramen noodles for the second time
Free lunch across the street and I am next in line
The heart inside this ghetto boy'll stand the test of time
Last supper, no religion to infest your mind
That's the type of guilt that force Death to just confess his crime
I'm not the type of nigga that'll criticize
I just be on a higher path of stayin' civilized
Last supper, see the sufferin' I epitomize
If you was goin' through some pain, how would you feel inside?
Last meal before I had to do my time
My mama sittin' there like she was doin' fine
My daughter, bless her soul, all she could do was cry
Put my fork down upon my plate, it's time to do or die
And now it's back to ramen, Jack Mack and tuna
Smoked clams, chili packs, time to warm the soup up
How could I say my grace before I eat this meal?
God'll watch my back before it's punctured with a piece of steel
Young ram barely ate, but was a fat fucker
Clean your fork, fix your plate, this the last supper
Before, when I was eatin', never said my grace
I just wish I was eatin' in a better place
Foster parents gave me canned meat instead of steak
That's why when people ask me to be patient, I will never wait
Last supper, back when I was barely fed a plate
Milk be in the fridge for three months, I tell 'em, "Check the date"
Money on the first, snеakers still second-rate
My mama's fuckin' brokе, so how we 'posed to catch a break?
Last supper, no disciples eatin' bread and wine
Same day, cookin' ramen noodles for the second time
Free lunch across the street and I am next in line
The heart inside this ghetto boy'll stand the test of time
Last supper, no religion to infest your mind
That's the type of guilt that force Death to just confess his crime
I'm not the type of nigga that'll criticize
I just be on a higher path of stayin' civilized
Last supper, see the sufferin' I epitomize
If you was goin' through some pain, how would you feel inside?
Last meal before I had to do my time
My mama sittin' there like she was doin' fine
My daughter, bless her soul, all she could do was cry
Put my fork down upon my plate, it's time to do or die
And now it's back to ramen, Jack Mack and tuna
Smoked clams, chili packs, time to warm the soup up
How could I say my grace before I eat this meal?
God'll watch my back before it's punctured with a piece of steel
Young ram barely ate, but was a fat fucker
Clean your fork, fix your plate, this the last supper
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