Hunger

I'm tired of running, and tired of hunting
My mind is losing focus and I'm dying for something
To make my mind off track like a bad concussion
I just don't wanna end up living and dying for nothing
I'm slowly losing the hunger that earlier kept me going strong
But since I'm still going, does this make my motives wrong?
Or does it mean that I've been dying of hunger all along?
I'm hurting through it all, like dead rappers graffiti over walls
Especially where I come from, but that's not what most people saw
In suburbia they probably washed them paintings off with Holy water hose
Deeming Rap music "evil" the same way they did with al their foes
I'm in need of a break, from being the tyrant of this campus's spirit
My voice is perpetuating melody of all of us blacks here so when you hear it
Just remember that it's for a specific audience, but do not fear it
It's simply the intuition  of those men written about in the spirituals
So when others are losing fire and hunger, let my writing serve as an individual
Spray painting an everlasting Tupac , Nas, Jay-Z and Biggie graffiti mural