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Hustling keep moving
On my ground
Doing my thing
The day is hot 
But I must eat
In the ghetto
Where life is so hard
 
But I got to do 
What I have to do
To earn what it
Takes to survive


Hustling keep moving
I know you know
What it means to fight
Is not a child's play
The survival is the strongest
The weak is the looser

In an environment 
Where all is so eager
People so worried
Kids play on sands with
An empty stomach
No one to help
Not even the politician man
Yet we keep hustling
Moving on


Hustling moving on 
Boys can't date cos 
Love is base on money 
Unaffordable 
Paparases keep rooting
Our leaders belly's keep improving
The poor still poorer
While the rich still richer 
What else is to do?
But hustling
Keep moving


Hustling keep moving 
In the streets where the people
Are use to poverty
Where dogs look like
An European female model
Every corner's full of dirty waste
Off curse we cares

The people keep pushing
Doing what ever it takes 
Just to feed
It a love for day
And don't worry about 
Tommorow life style
People so addicted to hard work
For low wages
What else is to do
But hustling
Keep moving


Hustling keep moving
Girls on the street waiting 
For sugar daddies
Men on black
Keep raging and arresting
The people in the
Name of crime
Oh no
I have to keep hustling 
Keep moving


Hustling keep moving 
They say this and that
Is a crime
Is ovious they don't care
To understand the reason
Behind the crimes
They keep fighting 
Only the poor for crimes 
Brutally treating the innocent 
Like the old 
Blue, red, white, slaves,
Still the people keep 
Moving on
Boys still hustling harder
And harder each day
Man must eat is the song
On the lips of every ghetto youth
Night and day


Hustling keep moving 
In hunger the young men 
Are frustrated to stealing cos
No job
In hunger and desperation
The young ladies are force 
To prostitution 
4square is final destination 
Of the ghetto youth convicted 
All like a Third World War 
On the third world contries
Now I know why they say
We are from the down town
But I wonder if we are down 
Or the town is down
The game is still on
The rules are so high
But the only way out is
Hustling keep moving
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