| I’m close to the edge
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| Don’t push me
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| Yo, this recession got a nigga losing calories
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| Can’t get no food in your stomach without that salary
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| Gotta come up by any means, my mentality
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| Don’t wanna dream about it, gotta bring it to reality
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| On my side of town, this ain’t new, this is life
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| If you ain’t lived it then you have no idea what it’s like
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| To go to bed with excruciating pain in your abdomen
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| So hungry you can’t sleep, you just lay awake imagining
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| Big dreams, big schemes, big risk takin'
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| Penitentiary waiting for me if I’m mistaken
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| Paying dues, can’t lose, failure’s not an option
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| The only way is up when your coming from the bottom
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| Tired of watching all these companies get bailed out
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| And the only thing that poor people get is another jail house
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| That’s why ain’t nothing patriotic in me
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| For they system my heart is empty
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| Don’t hate my grind
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| We gotta make a way
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| Though things is getting tougher everyday
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| Where there’s a hustle there’s a way
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| Don’t hate my grind
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| We gotta find a way
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| Though things is getting rougher everyday
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| Where there’s a hustle there’s a way
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| Don’t hate…
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| Another day up in this servant concrete village
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| Trying to live in a world where they just rob and pillage
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| I’m waking up in the clothes that I west to sleep in
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| I pick up my pistol and I get back out on the creep
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| And I see the same bullshit I just saw the day befo'
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| Drugs and the murders and my people trying to play me yo
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| I ain’t about that bullshit and they already know it
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| I don’t want to have to kill but still I can’t show it
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| So I mean mug them, screw face them, and I twist up
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| Hand on my strap while I’m balling my other fist up
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| Pass me the piff and roll me another spliff up
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| Cause one way or another my nigga I’m finsta lift up
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| Above the troubles and the stress and the mess
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| I’m just hoping that the good Lord is choosing me to bless
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| I’m tired of this world trying to fuck me like a pussy
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| My nigga I’m close to the edge don’t push me
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| Don’t hate my grind
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| We gotta make a way
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| Though things is getting tougher everyday
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| Where there’s a hustle there’s a way
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| Don’t hate…
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| Ain’t no retirement from this profession
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| Plan B is the Smith & Wesson
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| It’s reliable
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| No 401k for this runaway slave
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| Fuck tomorrow when we hungry today
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| But you don’t here me though
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| We be surviving off of Cheerios and videos
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| We get a dose of the high-fructose and there we go
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| A recipe for the grind, AKA the struggle
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| AKA the muscle, AKA the hustle
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| It’s hard enough for us to trust one another
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| When I see you as a threat, not my sister or my brother
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| I hope one day we put this all behind us
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| And resurrect the grind museum for memories to remind us
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| I feel like Melle Mel on «The Message»
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| I’m close to the edge don’t push me
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| I’m trying to hold my head but its hard out here for a pimp man
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| The cemetery’s waiting for you if you slip man
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| Another day of oppression
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| They call it possession, it’s media misdirection
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| But you know what get’s greeted by repression?
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| A long overdue, much needed insurrection
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| It’s a cold world, but I’m a grown man
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| And a grown man needs power in his own hands
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| Ain’t no sitting around, waitin' complainin'
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| Unless your in love with the plantation |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Hate My Grind , by - Dead Prez. Song from the album Pulse Of The People, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп