Lyrics
Gotta hustle, gotta move, Gotta stay out on the grind,
There’s a lot I gotta do, and I’m almost outta time,
Gotta bounce ‘n gotta run, gotta finish up this race,
Gotta push through all the pain, aimin’ for first place,
Gotta push, pull work hard, gotta move for God,
Push though the pain man, no matter how hard
Doin’ this thang jus’ for y’all and my dogs,
But I’ve only got a few more minutes on my clocks,
Gotta hustle gotta bustle, czu I struggle throught the puddles,
And I stumble through the tunnels, and I bumble through my troubles,
On the double, wit the speed, runnin’ under all the leave,
All the pain and the rain that is thunderin’ on me,
I need to go where other people, don’t go,
Won’t go, don’t know, oh no, gone broke,
No dough, No joke, feel like a hobo,
so slow slow-mo, it’ll never be over,
gotta roll for Jehovah, stroll as a soljah,
but hold like a bolder, even though it colder,
cold as the snow, and it froze my hands off,
its so hard to be a Christian almost more than I can handle,
causin’ so damage put my hands all in a bandage,
I need stamina, to stand on up, cuz sometimes I can’t stand it,
And I Handle all the vandals, and all of they’re scandals,
They ramble man, gotta keep my little candle,
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It’s the light of mine, provided by Christ divine,
And he’s Helpin’ me to me to put myself all in my right mind,
I’m Keeping all my tight lines, reppin’ for the Lord,
they Getting all aboard, he is letting me record,
All of my thangs, yo’ haulin’ ‘em man
I be Callin to the father for a part of his plans,
I Thought that it was canded, know I am expressing it,
I’m Stressing it, pressin it, right into ya resident,
Spit it to the president, and spit it to the people,
The equal evil, lies in my cerebral,
But I gotta fight it, and deny it, I’ve decided,
That I wanna live righteous, I wont try to be the tightest,
Cuz I need to stop my ego, and keep it out of evil,
See ya, later, czu I’m preachin under the steeple,
Its the church body, and we have a lot if muscle
Ain’t livin for the stuff bro, so I gotta hustle,
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Gotta be careful, and compare the parables,
Its scary though, cuz sometimes all these things are so unbearable,
Its terrible, to see the cats who are thrown upon the weeds,
Turned into zombie’s cought in they’re Wrong deeds,
Man they’re song needs, a redeeming quality,
In a large quantity, see me when I be a’ fallowing,
The word and the scriptures, spittin’ and jus’ spinnin’,
Out of my mouth, till the sounds are ringing near earings,
Ringin’ these sounds (sounds), bringin’ ‘em out (out),
Spit to the world, get ‘em singin’ it now (now),
Its the word of the Lord, and ya heard this before
I am Teachin it and preachin’ it whenever I record,
Then its aboard, and in the minds criminals,
Time is so minimal, I rhyme instrumental,
It’s Mind over matter, but Christ over mind,
His light to shine, shine bright divine, y’all.
