The Hunger Made Me Harder

Hunger carves men. Feast rots them.

I seen weak men choke on gold, Soft in their chairs, their story cold. I seen strong men starve for days, Turnin’ hunger into blaze.

Oh, oh, oh… The hunger made me harder, fire in my veins, Taught me how to fight through the blood and chains. Don’t be a weak man, feastin’ til you fall— Be a strong man, hungry through it all.

Weak men fade when the table’s full, Strong men sharpen when the nights are cruel. Weak men sleep while the fire burns, Strong men rise when the hard road turns.

Oh, oh, oh… The hunger made me harder, steel in my hand, Taught me how to fight when I could barely stand. Don’t be a weak man, drownin’ in the wine— Be a strong man, stand against the time.

Hunger don’t kill you. It makes you sharp. Stay lean when the world grows fat.

Oh, oh, oh… The hunger made me harder, carved me to the bone, Turned me to a man the storm can’t own. Don’t be a weak man, prayin’ for a feast— Be a strong man, never bow, never cease.

Hunger remembers. Weakness forgets.

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