Life of a Hustler

Brotha', brotha', brotha' Ain't you tired of standin' out on that corner? Hustlin' 9-5 Choosin' the wrong way to survive Yet, duckin' n' dodgin' bullets tryin' to stay alive I know you got alot mo' gumption than that Neet to get up         N' get out             n' get somethin' betta' than that Instead of helpin' our people stay off track N' always on that prozaic Brotha', brotha', brotha' Do you realize that you poisonin' ya' own mind Supplyin' others With fantasies that smother But at the same time leaves you behind I see ya' tryin' to get ya' hands on dirty money In a quick fast n' a hurry But, listen to this... Man keeps ya' down Or puts you in da' cage Oh, but don't clown Cause that's when you'll see his devilish rage You stuck in da' game n' Of course you can't see Hear Or feel the pain That you puttin' before me Days be gettin' late With you still on a paper chase But you mentally tryin' to erase the bad To put money in its place For what you too scared to face Brotha', brotha', brotha' Why disrespect your sistas in the process Tryin' to discuss ] But ain't tryin' to hear no fuss N' steady tryin' to get some love n' trust Black...you ain't nothin' but a hustler Hustle ya' way in N' hustle ya' way out Really, you don't know what livin's about So, until the man above pulls ya' card Ya' gonna' always have it hard] Strugglin'     Bubblin'         Steady doin' nothin' Brotha', that thunda'll drive you six feet under Then you'd have just died A hustlin' hustler, hustler Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 10:54 AM PST   0 • 9