Immortal Technique - Caught In A Hustle Lyrics
(Verse 1)they say the odds against me are crooked than impossiblelike i was born with a whole in my heart, its an obstacleim left to die by the doctors in the childrens hospitalbut i never lose hope, success is psychologicalthe world is volital and the street is my educationshaping the nation like the blueprints of a maisonwhile shawshank record deals get you raped on occasionso im focused on my economic situationim like the little kids on tv that dig through the trashi hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugha lot of niggas (?) but they dont know the math cus they mind is narrower than the righteous pathits funny how on the blockniggas'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 shouldersi would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers but then a general would decide when they life would be overso i work hard until my personality split, like the black panthers into the bloods and the cripsthey said i'd never be shit, but now i sit and reminisce(?) flippin through genesis, ignorance is venemous and it murders the soul, spreading like a virus running red but 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 strugglefrom the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnelswrite it down and remember that we never gave in, the mind of a child is where the revolution beginsso 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 hustlecuz three strikes'll get you life for stuffng cracks in a duffelupstate behind steel gates attacked in a scufflerazor blades stuck on the side of pencils hacked to your musclebut the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts youand its the lawyers not the inmates scheming to ***** youtrying to fight the system from inside eventually corrupts youbut thats what you get when you put a corporation above youand it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the mostsometimes when they die you find yourself cursing they ghostbut you make success nobody delivers your fates sometimes you give and you take since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakesand thats the truth about life, what to do with the ghetto and the car rims or your icecuz even though we survive through the struggle that made us we still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate usbut ima make it regardless of the trugged up charges and semi-automatic barrages that empty your cartridgepost-traumatically scar kids and try to be brave cuz niggas back stab eachother just to try to get paidturn cannibals like knights during the crusades, afraid of responsibility addicted to greedbeating 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 strugglefrom the hood rats to rich kids lost in a bubble spray painted on the streets headed to subway tunnelswrite it down and remember that we never gave in, the mind of a child is where the revolution beginsso if the solution has never been to look in yourself, how is it that you expect to find it anywhere elsei use to wonder why people dont believe in theyselves and then i saw the way they portrayed us to everyone elsethey cursed us, they only see the worst in ourselves, blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves(x2)
