Immortal Technique - Caught In A Hustle |
Caught In A Hustle
Immortal Technique they say the odds against me are crooked than impossible im left to die by the doctors in the childrens hospital like i was born with a whole in my heart, its an obstacle shaping the nation like the blueprints of a maison but i never lose hope, success is psychological the world is volital and the street is my education while shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion so im focused on my economic situation im like the little kids on tv that dig through the trash i hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh a lot of niggas (?) but they dont know the math cus they mind is narrower than the righteous path its funny how on the blockniggas'll kill you for cash but never raise the gun and cry out "freedom at last" the cold war's over but the world is still getting colder atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders so i work hard until my personality split, like the black panthers into the bloods and the crips i would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers but then a general would decide when they life would be over they said i'd never be shit, but now i sit and reminisce (?) flippin through genesis, ignorance is venemous and it murders the soul, spreading like a virus running red but out of control from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnels so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle 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 (Verse 2) Immortal Technique in the streets back on the hustle cuz three strikes'll get you life for stuffng cracks in a duffel upstate behind steel gates attacked in a 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 but you make success nobody delivers your fates sometimes you give and you take since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing they ghost cuz even though we survive through the struggle that made us we still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us and thats the truth about life, what to do with the ghetto and the car rims or your ice but ima make it regardless of the trugged up charges and semipostturn cannibals like knights during the crusades, afraid of responsibility addicted to greed beating they girl purposefully losing the seed as if we bound to the destiny we use to recieve from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnels so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle 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 i use to wonder why people dont believe in theyselves and then i saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else they cursed us, they only see the worst in ourselves, blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves(x2) |