Sexyangel329
Honorary CF Member
I wasnt going ot write for a while but I cant stop I am so full of so many emotions that writing is how I let it all out so here is anotehr one.
Its a Hustle
Sun beats on your back,
As you walk the streets trying to keep track,
Of who has your back, As the paper you try to stack.
Envy rolls around, jealousy you seem to have found.
From those you thought true,
Realizing sooner or later its all through.
You pound your head asking why,
It don’t make sense,
You’ve done your time.
In the middle of all the haze,
Peace fills your days,
Trying to shine,
So many things on your mind.
Every days become a hustle,
Spreading the word on the streets,
Time to make some more beats,
Need to get out of town ,
Make those rounds,
No looking back no turning around.
Time to make that move,
Do what you do,
Bless them airwaves,
Feed them your groove.
So many things you juggle,
It’s not a struggle,
When you love what you do,
When you live for the hustle.
Its a Hustle
Sun beats on your back,
As you walk the streets trying to keep track,
Of who has your back, As the paper you try to stack.
Envy rolls around, jealousy you seem to have found.
From those you thought true,
Realizing sooner or later its all through.
You pound your head asking why,
It don’t make sense,
You’ve done your time.
In the middle of all the haze,
Peace fills your days,
Trying to shine,
So many things on your mind.
Every days become a hustle,
Spreading the word on the streets,
Time to make some more beats,
Need to get out of town ,
Make those rounds,
No looking back no turning around.
Time to make that move,
Do what you do,
Bless them airwaves,
Feed them your groove.
So many things you juggle,
It’s not a struggle,
When you love what you do,
When you live for the hustle.
