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

Last supper last supper
My people, this the last supper last supper