Hussle
• Written by BrianSwider
Stop, look, listen, observe and you shall find
the end of the beginning wrapped up tightly in your mind
Sit up slowly, pontificate these words
with the joke drop slippin' from the blindside burbs.
We sitting 'round makin' rhythms all day
flow so chill call me namaste
Stay trade play off, pay until we fade
aid in verbal madness, watch and listen as we trade.
The hesitation leaves you blinded to your fate
Eight rates outta ten leaves lessons where they may
stay away see the play watch fame become the blame.
reclaim the proclaimation because hussle is the game.
I don't mean hussle like we're slingin' on the streets.
I mean that type of hussle when we're runnin out of steam
That place inside you dig from when you feel you've lost your feet
but you reach inside that place you hide and find just what you need.
Put in the work and you'll be surprised in what you find.
The effort to reward was always present in your mind.
Sit up slowly, motivated plan the day.
The joke drop slipped, you moved better ways.
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BrianSwider
Member since December 24 2016