They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart as an obstacle,or left to die by the doctors, in the childrens hospital But I never lose hope, success is psychological The world is volatile and the street is my education Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion So I'm focused on my economic situation I'm Like the little kids on T.V. that dig through the trash I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh A lot of niggaz drop science but they don't know the math 'cuz their mind is narrower than the righteous path It's funny how 'on the block' niggaz will kill you for cash But never raise their gun and cry out "Freedom at last." The cold war is over, but the world is still gettin colder Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers But then a general, would decide when their life would be over So I work hard until my personality split Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloodz and the Cripz They said I'd never be shit, but now I sit and reminisce Like Yeshua, Ben Yousef flippin through Genesis Ignorance is venomous, and it murders the soul SPREADING LIKE A VIRUS RUNNING RAMPANT, OUT OF CONTROL . So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle From the hoodrats to rich kids lost in a bubble Spray paint it on the streets and in the subway tunnels Write it down and remember, that we never gave in The mind of a child is where the revolution begins So if the solution has never been to look in yourself, How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else?Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffel Upstate behind steel gates, attacked in the scuffle Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to fuck you Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursing their ghost But you make success, nobody delivers your fate Sometimes you give and you take Since prehistoric vertebrates, crawled out of the lakes And thats the truth about life Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice cuz even though we survived through the struggle that made us We still look at ourselves through the eyes of the people that hate us But ima make it regardless of these trumped up charges And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge Post-traumatically scarred kids that try to be brave 'cus niggaz backstab each other just to try to get paid Turn cannibal like knights during the crusades Afraid of responsibility; Addicted to greed Beating their girl purposefully losing a seed As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive I used to wonder(I used to wonder) why people don't believe in theyselves But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else They cursed us, to only see the worst in ourselves blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves.
Caught In A Hustle
Photo : Laura Santana.
