Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Hate My Grind, artist - Dead Prez. Album song Pulse Of The People, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.06.2009
Record label: Boss Up, Invasion
Song language: English
Don't Hate My Grind |
I’m close to the edge |
Don’t push me |
Yo, this recession got a nigga losing calories |
Can’t get no food in your stomach without that salary |
Gotta come up by any means, my mentality |
Don’t wanna dream about it, gotta bring it to reality |
On my side of town, this ain’t new, this is life |
If you ain’t lived it then you have no idea what it’s like |
To go to bed with excruciating pain in your abdomen |
So hungry you can’t sleep, you just lay awake imagining |
Big dreams, big schemes, big risk takin' |
Penitentiary waiting for me if I’m mistaken |
Paying dues, can’t lose, failure’s not an option |
The only way is up when your coming from the bottom |
Tired of watching all these companies get bailed out |
And the only thing that poor people get is another jail house |
That’s why ain’t nothing patriotic in me |
For they system my heart is empty |
Don’t hate my grind |
We gotta make a way |
Though things is getting tougher everyday |
Where there’s a hustle there’s a way |
Don’t hate my grind |
We gotta find a way |
Though things is getting rougher everyday |
Where there’s a hustle there’s a way |
Don’t hate… |
Another day up in this servant concrete village |
Trying to live in a world where they just rob and pillage |
I’m waking up in the clothes that I west to sleep in |
I pick up my pistol and I get back out on the creep |
And I see the same bullshit I just saw the day befo' |
Drugs and the murders and my people trying to play me yo |
I ain’t about that bullshit and they already know it |
I don’t want to have to kill but still I can’t show it |
So I mean mug them, screw face them, and I twist up |
Hand on my strap while I’m balling my other fist up |
Pass me the piff and roll me another spliff up |
Cause one way or another my nigga I’m finsta lift up |
Above the troubles and the stress and the mess |
I’m just hoping that the good Lord is choosing me to bless |
I’m tired of this world trying to fuck me like a pussy |
My nigga I’m close to the edge don’t push me |
Don’t hate my grind |
We gotta make a way |
Though things is getting tougher everyday |
Where there’s a hustle there’s a way |
Don’t hate… |
Ain’t no retirement from this profession |
Plan B is the Smith & Wesson |
It’s reliable |
No 401k for this runaway slave |
Fuck tomorrow when we hungry today |
But you don’t here me though |
We be surviving off of Cheerios and videos |
We get a dose of the high-fructose and there we go |
A recipe for the grind, AKA the struggle |
AKA the muscle, AKA the hustle |
It’s hard enough for us to trust one another |
When I see you as a threat, not my sister or my brother |
I hope one day we put this all behind us |
And resurrect the grind museum for memories to remind us |
I feel like Melle Mel on «The Message» |
I’m close to the edge don’t push me |
I’m trying to hold my head but its hard out here for a pimp man |
The cemetery’s waiting for you if you slip man |
Another day of oppression |
They call it possession, it’s media misdirection |
But you know what get’s greeted by repression? |
A long overdue, much needed insurrection |
It’s a cold world, but I’m a grown man |
And a grown man needs power in his own hands |
Ain’t no sitting around, waitin' complainin' |
Unless your in love with the plantation |