Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Caught In The Hustle, artist - Immortal Technique.
Date of issue: 03.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Caught In The Hustle |
They say the odds against me are crooked and impossible |
Like I was born with a hole in my heart as an obstacle |
I was left to die by the doctors in the Children’s Hospital |
But I never lose hope, success is psychological |
The world is volatile and the street is my education |
Shapin' the nation, like the blueprint of a Mason |
While Shawshank record deals get you raped on occasion |
So I’m focused on my economic situation |
I’m like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash |
I hustle regardless of the way you talk shit and laugh |
A lot of niggas drop science, but they don’t know the math |
Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path |
It’s funny how on the block niggas will kill you for cash |
But never raise the gun and cry out, «Freedom at last!» |
The cold war is over, but the world is still gettin' colder |
Atlas walkin' through the projects, with the hood on my shoulders |
I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers |
But then a general will decide when their life would be over |
So I work hard until my personality’s split |
Like the Black Panthers, into the Bloods and the Crips |
They said I would never be shit, but now I sit and reminisce |
Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin' through Genesis |
Ignorance is venomous, and it murders the soul |
Spreadin' like a virus, runnin' rampant, out of control |
So if I should ever fall and get caught in the hustle |
Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle |
From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble |
Spray paintin' on the streets and at the subway tunnels |
Write it down and remember that we never gave in |
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins |
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself |
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? |
Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle |
‘Cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin' cracks in a duffle |
Upstate, behind steel gates, attacked in a scuffle |
Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils |
Hacked through your muscle |
But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you |
And it’s the lawyers, not the inmates, schemin' to fuck you |
Tryna fight the system from inside eventually corrupts you |
But that’s what you get when you put a corporation above you |
And it’s the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most |
Sometimes when they die, you find yourself cursin' their ghost |
But you make success, nobody delivers your fate |
Sometimes you give and you take |
Since prehistoric vertebrates crawled out of the lakes |
And that’s the truth about life |
Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice |
Because even though we survived |
Through the struggle that made us |
We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us |
But I’m going to make it regardless of the trumped up charges |
And semi-automatic barrages that empty the cartridge |
Post-traumatically scarred kids that try to be brave |
Because niggas backstab each other just to try to get paid |
Turn cannibal, like knights during the crusades |
Afraid of responsibility, addicted to greed |
Beatin' their girl, purposefully losin' a seed |
As if we were bound to the destiny we used to receive |
So if I should ever fall and get caught in the hustle |
Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle |
From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble |
Spray paintin' on the streets and at the subway tunnels |
Write it down and remember that we never gave in |
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins |
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself |
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else? |
I used to wonder about people who don’t believe in themselves |
But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else |
They cursed us to only see the worst in ourselves |
Blind to the fact the whole time we were hurtin' ourselves |
I used to wonder about people who don’t believe in themselves |
But then I saw the way they portrayed us to everyone else |
They cursed us to only see the worst in ourselves |
Blind to the fact the whole time we were hurtin' ourselves |
I used to wonder… |