01/24/2008 - 18:47
Hustle and Cream
by Rashad McCants

Through the hustle you expand each muscle, each step is a small piece of the puzzle.
Mind racing, a race racist, winning hates losing, no moving just patience.
I miss my brain the last of what's sane, an abstract vision but the world is so plane.
Ears burning from lies they tell that's money earning, friends turning,
lifes lessons give no higher learning. One exit, one message, yet to be checked.
No food in the fridge but you wear them Nike checks.
Don't wonder why the bank ain't accepting ya checks.
Because You the joker in the card deck, hoping that your cards correct.
Your Bets gone sour now you gotta call collect, mama won't answer calls till you come correct, now the only thing to do is to rob for debt.
And they wonder why young blacks are so proud of death.
We Dead inside just a hollow shell, our hearts are so cold look at dave chapelle,
evil is people with greed that shit green. How is there loyalty when friends is switch teams
We trade stocks and shares but can't help my hood and the NBA cares over there.
Eve should have ate that pear then maybe life would be more fair.
Gloomy days stormy nights kids watch videos instead of riding bikes.
No flying kites chilling on windy Wednesday, we need us a black men's day,
but us Negros been blind, fuck xray, the only real celebration is your death day.
Women are trapped because that dude didn't really seem gay,
friends fooled because friends said they would never stray.
didn't sense the hate but friends really been fake.
Jail time got brothers really changing faith. Thought friends had they back like bathing ape.
But god's the only one who can change your fate.
Mistakes breed truth, souls get loose, church can't correct false.
Imagine if you died on a cross. Minds tossed religion lost.
Believe in self and not CDs on the shelf. Ungrateful til nothings left, love air til no more breath.
Paid feelings, your married to a picture. Life's regrets, should have cheated wit her sister.
No love, your hearts sink in mud, valentine let Cupid make stupid a drug.
Should have held those words when your vision was blurred,
complain at dinner about the chicken that's burned.
Attorney wanna talk about money that's earned.
Even Jordan gave brothers a real lesson to learn. School days, i had class about ass.
Daydreamed I pass, love of money brought attention in math.
Two cheeks two tits four chicks draft picks.
Come quick, see my graduation, can't walk the stage because of the teachers hesitation.
No choice but to start liberation, never knew weed was a form of meditation.
Preservation of words and thoughts think about blackboards and chalk.
White over black erase to make gray. Now white boys say hey just to save face.
Tainted mind with tinted rhymes bush hides behind vents and blinds.
Who do we choose that won't cross lines. The Wife of our last puts blacks in the past
Now you can't question why all bills are passed.
While bill just laughs, planes just crash, osama is obama but behind the mask. Who do we trust?
Why would we crush the dreams by any means hustle for cream, obscene obsessed wit bling, young heart old soul to depressed to sing. Time is better when I'm better wit time
whenever I rhyme I better my mind, given the sign, divine combines the right to fight with might like joe young,
talk fast with a slow tongue tough skin turned so numb.

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