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Heart of A Hustler Part II (the poor man's anthem)
The trials are getting tougher
but I got to keep walking
because the man in the mirror
won't stop talking
about the needs of my seeds
and the cost of my deeds,
So believe what you believe
but I still got to succeed
when my feet are aching
and my body is breaking
and the choosers and the losers
come around faking
But I got to stay strong when I fall behind
So I need every dime...
don't come to me crying
but the echoes of my steps
keep playing with my mind
when my troubles took away the innocence times
and plunged me into this deep misery,
The steps of my history keep eating away at me
The soft and the simple can't keep what I've kept
The dizzy and the delicate can't sleep where I've slept
In the rain, through the pain, in the car, on the step
In the darkness, in the ditches where strong men wept
But I still have my hopes...I still have my dreams...
but what does that mean if my hands aren't clean?
You can't get caught with your eyes half closed
They'll cover up your mouth
and stick a rose up your nose
like the posers and the spooks
They fitted with a boot,
exposing their roots
and taking their loot
This life is for real...you got to have the skills
If you're out here willing to die...
You're out here willing to kill
This is how it is...this is how it is
When I take two steps forward
They pull me four steps back,
Hell and high waters are close on my tracks
with branches and small trees
swinging at my knees
Life on the streets
is hell in these seas
The cost of living got my feet paying fees
Life get better...! Get better life please!!
You got to take the heat
if you're on these streets,
You can't be weak
because the vultures come to eat
They swoop down quickly
when they smell fresh meat
This pavement is too hot
and these streets are too deep
But I can't rest my feet...my kids got to eat
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
but I got to keep walking
because the man in the mirror
won't stop talking
about the needs of my seeds
and the cost of my deeds,
So believe what you believe
but I still got to succeed
when my feet are aching
and my body is breaking
and the choosers and the losers
come around faking
But I got to stay strong when I fall behind
So I need every dime...
don't come to me crying
but the echoes of my steps
keep playing with my mind
when my troubles took away the innocence times
and plunged me into this deep misery,
The steps of my history keep eating away at me
The soft and the simple can't keep what I've kept
The dizzy and the delicate can't sleep where I've slept
In the rain, through the pain, in the car, on the step
In the darkness, in the ditches where strong men wept
But I still have my hopes...I still have my dreams...
but what does that mean if my hands aren't clean?
You can't get caught with your eyes half closed
They'll cover up your mouth
and stick a rose up your nose
like the posers and the spooks
They fitted with a boot,
exposing their roots
and taking their loot
This life is for real...you got to have the skills
If you're out here willing to die...
You're out here willing to kill
This is how it is...this is how it is
When I take two steps forward
They pull me four steps back,
Hell and high waters are close on my tracks
with branches and small trees
swinging at my knees
Life on the streets
is hell in these seas
The cost of living got my feet paying fees
Life get better...! Get better life please!!
You got to take the heat
if you're on these streets,
You can't be weak
because the vultures come to eat
They swoop down quickly
when they smell fresh meat
This pavement is too hot
and these streets are too deep
But I can't rest my feet...my kids got to eat
copyrights 2008
Robert Anthony James
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Heart of A Hustler Part II (the poor man`s anthem)
Heart of A Hustler Part II (the poor man`s anthem)