Last Supper

Last Supper

I ain't never had the luxury

Of being loved for free.

The rising cost of lovin' left me in a debt that you won't believe.

But I'm blessed to have the burden of a voice,

Heard when it makes a noise.

Sometimes I wanna scream; I know not everyone has that choice.

These are my people; I mean each and every one.

I'd do anything to reach them; I'd bleed every drop of blood.

I wonder,

If I set the table, will they have the hunger?

Will I serve my sisters?

Will I serve my brothers?

Or is this my last supper?

Did this whole world forget me?

Did I just cease to be?

A tiny distraction of light and melody.

Or did I soothe them with my songs?

When they all sang along,

Do they even know how much I'll miss them if they're gone?

So roll my soul in papers and smoke me through your lungs.

I wanna live in your heart like the Holy Ghost does.

When I was a child, I thought in childish ways.

Hard work always pays.

I had to learn that your dreams can burn, and some people wanna fan the

flames.

This music is an anchor, come what may,

Cradle to the grave.

I'd beg, steal, and borrow just to give it all away.

What we can't get on our own is what we need,

But nothing free is free.

I've laid it out before you for charity, not greed.

I'd give everything I've got to see their love light shine

And live in communion with you, me, and mine.