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Some of us may call it the beautiful struggle Others refer to it as a lifetime of trouble Some of us say we do it to survive But in reality many of us do it to keep our name alive To gain a reputation A supposed respect with the direct connections To feel like a big shot Yea, Mr. Big Shot Calling the shots Rolling in the 5% tint Laid back in the all black Maybach Rims out and dropped This isn’t what life’s all about This isn’t your only way out Some of us are all about the paper paper We’re even willing to harm our own neighbor And are we really trying for our own brother’s blood to spill At the cost of a few mere $100 bills When in the Ten Commandments it says Thou Shall Not Kill It’s this evil philosophy Convoluted mentality One that has corrupted our God-given destiny Do you really think that you can enter into heaven Strapped up, ready to fight with your AK- 47 M-16 and semi- automatics No, our mentality is in dire need of change Drastically and let me quote something biblically A man can overcome obstacles like poverty And focus his energy on becoming wealthy But as times grows on he can be replaced So going after only fame and power is like going on an endless chase All these youths want to be pimps and gangstas Wealth and fames are the only thing they’re after And it so unsettling It’s like hot water boiling in the kettle In the kitchen, unattended And no one’s even paying attention Word goes out to my fellow youths To all the wannabe gangstas, macks, and yes the divas too It may seem now like it’s all fun and games And though we do them to earn ourselves a name You must always remember that when that cold steels connects and becomes one with your body And you lay there lifeless, without a warning from nobody When you realize that you’ve been killed and you’ve crossed the line between life and death And you’re lying there 6 ft in depth Below the sediments And the sentiments go out to the family of the maimed That unmatched name that you hustled so hard for So easily forgotten once closed is the casket door Forgotten name under the rubble A lifetime of pain and a lifetime of trouble The beautiful struggle The Hustle...