Trap&Blues - I´M HUNGRY - (Original Mix)🥃

🎧 WELCOME TO TRAP E BLUES Music created with the help of our friend IA, but produced, remastered, and written by me. ... LYRIC: Verse I I've eaten at the finest tables — linen pressed to consecration Wine that cost more than a man's month of desperation Truffle and the silence of a kitchen built for reverence And walked out hollow — walked out with the same old severance Between my body and whatever it is genuinely craving Not the plate — not the vintage — something older — something raving In the basement of the chest where the undomesticated lives That particular hunger that no banquet ever gives My mother used to say that hungry men are honest men That the full ones lose the edge that made them relevant back when They were building — when the want was so ferocious and so clear That it burned like navigation — like a lighthouse made of fear Hook I feel hunger — not for bread For the thing that's left unsaid Between the life I built and the life that's overhead Somewhere past the ceiling of the empire I have fed I feel hunger — clean and raw Like the boy who stood in awe Before he learned to varnish over everything he saw I feel hunger — still — after all Verse II There's a hunger that accumulates in men who reach the summit Stands up there and looks around and finds the plummet Of the next want — the next elevation — the next acquisition And discovers that the summit was just part of the condition Not the cure — the appetite transmutes but never quiets Wears a different face each decade — stages its own riots At thirty it was territory — leather and dominion At forty it was permanence — to outlast every opinion Now I'm somewhere past the counting and the hunger has gone abstract Wants something with no geography — no border and no contact Just a feeling in the sternum like a tuning fork struck clean Resonating with a frequency I haven't touched since seventeen Hook I feel hunger — not for bread For the thing that's left unsaid Between the life I built and the life that's overhead Somewhere past the ceiling of the empire I have fed I feel hunger — clean and raw Like the boy who stood in awe Before he learned to varnish over everything he saw I feel hunger — still — after all Verse III The dangerous kind of hunger is the one that has no object That wanders through the opulent and finds it all abject I've watched men satisfy the surface and go numb inside a season Trade the fire in the belly for a comfortable treason Against the self that started with a fist and with a vision Who could taste the air of something better with precision I refuse that softening — refuse the anesthetic of arrival Keep the hunger like a vigil — like the oldest form of survival Because the man who stops wanting is the man who stops existing Just occupies the space where he once stood — no longer twisting Toward the light the way a living thing will always find the window He became the furniture — upholstered — still — and shallow as a shadow Bridge So I keep the edge — I cultivate the ache Wake before the city just to feel what's still at stake Sit with the unfinished like a man sits with a wound That hasn't healed because he knows that healing comes too soon Takes the urgency — takes the exquisite kind of needing That makes every ordinary moment feel like it is bleeding With significance — and I would rather bleed with meaning Than be full and feel the walls of my own life convening Around a man who ate too well and lost the taste for salt Lost the taste for friction — lost the necessary fault Lines that keep a human being cracked enough for light I stay hungry — it's the only thing that keeps me right Outro Empty plate… full room… city breathing its perfume… and me — still at the table… still with the same wound… the one that doesn't close… the one I groom… because the day it heals… is the day I assume… I've become the man… who forgot… what he was… hungry for… #TRAP&BLUES #trap #blues #trapblues #darktrap #gangsterrap #mafiamusic #bluestrap #darkmusic #mafiavibes #beats #producer #instrumental #urbanblues #gangster #underground #nightvibes #moodybeats #cinematicmusic #trapbeats #typebeat