I smoke on this onion To get some relief Through the struggle These faces of terror It seems they just won’t Ever leave me alone But I'm takin the road For the better Still I toss and I turn Havin' nightmares and visions I can't get em out of my head Losing sleep due to Devilish creatures That whisper and weep All from under my bed Don’t trip When approaching The problems of dignity Manage your grip Well, nobody said life Would ever be fair So get off of yo ass and commit Quit the cryin', lil sucka Gon’ and try to simmer down Grab a number Stand in line for the freak show Take a trip through the mystic And open those eyes to the blood Feel the cadence of evil God forgive me For those crimes I never planned to slip It's just been Somethin' on my mind It keeps me chained in hell Cheafin' hay Workin' late Tryi'n to get by Steady servin' like a mug And I’ve never been a bitch So till’ the hogs come and stick me Yeah, mane I’mma make my run And no I ain’t proud of some things That I’ve done in the past So don’t hold it against me It’s just that it’s hard to make Much of a useable profit when bigots Keep taxin' our businesses All the money, the pussy The power was never enough Cause they want every hour you spend To be fightin' to live You gotta watch your back Corruption is real It’s death to the regular joe What’s the purpose of culture If all that we know soon intends To be cancelled When everything closes The only one left is the rich Eruptive decisions And sinister motives Between politicians It's meant to provoke you The pushing of violence It acts like a motor Controlling the brain like a tick I wish it was different but everyone Changes Illusions they crumble And fall through the pavement Eventually all this material waste Will be nothing but rot in the distance But as long as you buck And hold on to your rights You’ll be bound to prevail Let the serpent inside through the Palm of your hand As it travels the vitals The truth will be clear once again But if you wanna pass some time Just gon' and light that junt Don’t let the clock destroy Your pride you better Tighten them gloves (Workin' late, chiefin' hay, everyday) This is the hustle