Immortal Technique "Caught In A Hustle" |
(Verse 1) they say the odds against me are crooked and impossible like i was born with a whole in my heart, its an obstacle im 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 blueprints of a mason 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 drop signs but they dont know the math cuz they mind is narrower than the righteous path its funny how on the block niggas'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 i would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers but then a general would decide when they life would be over so i work hard until my personality split, like the black panthers into the bloods and the crips they said i'd never be shit, but now i sit and reminisce like Yes sure been Joseph flippin through genesis, ignorance is venemous and it murders the soul, spreading like a virus running rampit out of control (Chorus) so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to 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 (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 sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing they ghost but you make success nobody delivers your fates sometimes you give and you take since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes and thats the truth about life, what to do with the ghetto and the car rims or your ice cuz even though we survive through the struggle that made us we still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us but ima make it regardless of the trumped up charges and semi-automatic barrages that empty your cartridge post-traumatically scar kids and try to be brave cuz niggas back stab each other just to try to get paid turn 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 (Chorus) so if i should ever fall and get caught in a hustle, let 'em know that i died while i faught in the struggle from the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to 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 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) Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |