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Hustle mood is what you create. Getting money is what you make. Then why do people hate? Say that hustle like this is crazy and I should leave this place. They don't understand I get money,I choose to work hard everyday. I run my money like the Empire State, man I live to make that cake,cake,cake! They just don't see cause I keep it in a safe place. I cut my skin and slide it in, then when I get to the ATM. I pour it out like it venom. My bank tells me everyday to keep it coming. 
See I love the hustle in me. I was never a beliver that my life was a mistake and I'm not free. Out here I was always looking for somewhere to be me. You know somewhere I'm straight free and at the same time making money. Cause everyday I wake up ready to eat. And this was the place to be. A home away from home to me. I come and go as I please. This place I call home. Really loves me. They appreciate me and for that I do my best daily.The only place that open up to me. They toke me in as one of there own and let me know on a daily only the strong can stand on there own two feet. 
Even with all the poeple who say they can't do this it not for me. I understand you have to find what's best for you. Like I did, cause this place I still can do my job with all the stress, real criticism,and being told to be all you can be. To me it like the military, always on your feet and pressure to get things do on time, no slacking. And for me that what I need someone let me know my hard work is all they need. Cause all I want is the money. I have kids to feed. So keep pushing me to achieve so we both can see that working hard not only brings the money, but it also shows me how awesome I can be!

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