Hustle

I close the window to soul,
I can see my death coming.
Praying for peace with my lord,
Left but you nothing.


I've been, swallowed by misery,
I keep no friends and no enemies,
A solider for eternity,
This is for my niggas on the corner-
with the heart to ride,
Getting high watching time fly,
You never die with a smile,
guns burst,
I never die cause of verses and rhymes,
But in my dreams I see visions of me facing death,
never scared,
I'm prepared,
Keep a bullet to my left.
Mommy in your wisdom I need you,
can't understand this,
Seems people speaking gibberish,
Every day a nigga wants to beef me.
I'm changing rules but baffled by the moves when they see me,
But first got to learn to take it easy.
This is for my niggas that arrive,
As a child of the night,
Dark shades underage in a gun fight.
Blow your trees,
Walk with me,
Getting money as this city is ours,
Drug dealers screaming Fuck the Lord,
I just want to spread word,
To lost souls, as my own,
In a place a called home and the rest of the globe.

Swallowed by misery,
See me sitting where the river be,
Trying to heal spiritually.
I see my Grandmothers' ghost when I look in the sky,
My smile creates sunshine.
My conscious eyes tired of seeing these shadow living people,
Life is worth more than money, houses and vehicles.
Some sit in traffic on the way home,
others are trafficking coke.